it is hard to miss a black gnarled oak limb against a white january sky, or the outlines of cattail heads against a frozen shoreline. but these prairie grass stems, more air than stem at their feathery tips, are easy to overlook. i reached into a patch of unremarkable trailside clutter and out came this delicate bouquet.
unidentified prairie grass stems in winter
rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota
this morning as i went about my usual routine–school, coffee shop, bank, post office, home–i decided to pick up whatever caught my attention and make an assemblage out of whatever i found. i make this circuit five days a week, and am usually on autopilot: listening to an audio book, sipping coffee, and rubbing my puggle’s ear. but today, because i was looking, this well trodden route felt all new. like i had just come home from an extended stay away.
collection of winter treasures from one minnesota morning in january
saint paul, minnesota
as some of you already know, i found my way to instagram only about six months ago. along with some photos of my impertinent chicken, glimmer, i also post many behind-the-scenes setups for my STILL blog images. i was getting so many technique questions via email, that it made sense to show how low-tech my studio and gear actually are.
today i was working solo, with no hubby or kids, otherwise it would have been a perfect day for a behind-the-scenes shot. i woke up to snow softly falling, and a fresh three-inch blanket of white. so i headed out with white tag board, tripod, and camera. at one point i was so deep in snow it was melting down the small of my back. a perfect insta-moment if ever there was one.
above is my old friend burdock: major nuisance to pet owners and wool wearers worldwide, and the original inspiration for velcro.
saint paul, minnesota
p.s. you can find me on instagram here
i asked my son yesterday day if he wanted to go for a walk with me to to look for STILL blog treasures. he replied, “wait, i have something for you,” and he ran into his bedroom and came back with this bone. “a bird bone,” he proudly announced, “see, it’s hollow.” we went for a walk anyway and, in the end, found nothing more interesting than his bird bone. now i am curious what else is hiding in his ten-year-old boy’s room. just not that curious.
bird bone (probably gull)
grand marais harbor beach, grand marais, minnesota