droopy

droopy

after 24 hours of traveling, i went to bed in iceland for the first time last night, and the sun was apparently so happy to see me that it wouldn’t go away until almost midnight. i’m a little droopy today as a result.  i love you too, icelandic sun, but i think we need to take a break from each other. maybe you can just text me tomorrow night.

common weed (quack grass)

  • Traci says:

    The word “droopy” made me smile every time I read it. And I love the image, as well. Beautiful, and unique, as always!

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picking a favorite child

picking a favorite child

i love ferns. they grow all around my house. i watch over them. i nurse them. i move them to safety when they are at risk from mowers or foot traffic. they are like my children. but i have a confession. i love one of my children just a little bit more than all the others. actually, it’s not even close. my favorite is maidenhair fern. sorry ostrich fern, bracken fern, wood fern, and my lovely polypodies. but i love your sister more.

maidenhair fern

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a kind of bow

a kind of bow

if i look at it the right way, i can just see in the pattern of these dried wild iris stems a sort of chaotic bow, tying up a white wrapped present that i’m about to open. as you read this, i will be opening up that present. and the gift inside will be my very first view of the city of reykjavik, after half a lifetime of thinking about it. happy life-list day to me.

over-wintered wild iris leaves and flower

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the downside of dailyness

the downside of dailyness

tonight i leave for iceland. i will be there with two longtime friends, for a little less than a week, and traveling together is the way we three friends manage not to lose touch with each other. i’m not regretting the decision to go away. and i have always wanted to visit reykjavik, but it would be easier to pack and leave if i didn’t also have to create five days’ worth of STILL blog images ahead of time. my daily STILL blog routine is the heartbeat of this creative career that has brought so many gifts into my life, but this is one of the days that the routine feels more like doing the dishes than like reaching for the stars. the next few days will be full of STILL-blog-worthy images, combined with workmanlike text, and i will catch you all up when i am back home. bestu óskir og mikið ást. mary jo.

wild geranium

 

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summer relay

summer relay

all day long these toads are trilling long monotone love songs in the cattails. around dusk they get a little tired and hand things off to the gray tree frogs, who sing rising, repetitious, burbling love songs until the wee hours, when they hand the baton off to the green frogs, who sing their melancholy plucked banjo string music until dawn. sometimes it keeps me awake. never do i complain.

american toad

  • Randy says:

    First off I want to say superb blog! I had a quick question which I’d like
    to ask if you don’t mind. I was interested to find out how you center yourself and
    clear your mind prior to writing. I’ve had difficulty clearing my thoughts in getting my thoughts out.
    I do enjoy writing however it just seems like the first 10
    to 15 minutes tend to be lost simply just trying to figure out how to begin. Any suggestions
    or tips? Thanks!

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  • Kimbersew says:

    I can practically see the little hearts in their eyes.

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