the compulsion of the bowerbird

as i look at my collection of lake superior beach rocks above, i wonder what it is about collecting that is so satisfying. i collect rocks. and feathers. and eggs. and seed pods. some people collect ticket stubs, wine labels, tattoos, and matchbooks. i get the same thrill finding a nearly intact robin’s egg shell, as others do snagging a catherineholm dutch oven at a thrift sale. is there perhaps a collecting gene?

lake superior beach rocks

near grand marais, minnesota

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an avian collage

at its most fundamental, this is a collage about housing and transportation.

a collage of bird treasures–nests, wings, feathers, eggs, and talons

saint paul, mn, northern mn, and languedoc france

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seed pod in a jester’s hat

my husband brought me this stem after spending an afternoon walking grouse trails in northern minnesota with my brother.  he knows me. from the segmented jester’s hat seed head, to the delicate curve of the stem…it was love at first sight.

wild lily stem found in a bog in far northern minnesota

chippewa national forest, minnesota

  • Steve says:

    I still say this is a blue flag iris pod.

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the earth in cross section

this piece of kindling, no more than 2 inches in diameter, sits in a pile of firewood beside my fireplace. each night it catches my eye. there is something about the way it fractured. it looks like the simple drawings of the earth in my son’s picture books: molten core, volcanic vents, mantle, and crust…

kindling from my wood pile

saint paul, minnesota

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