at the bottom of the tupperware tote that holds most of my i’m-not-ready-to-get-rid-of-this-quite-yet specimens, float a dozen or two acorns. most of them have long ago fallen out of their respective cups. here are a few survivors.
acorns; probably one white oak (left) and two bur oaks (right)
saint paul, minnesota
these little pieces of translucent obsidian rock pepper the trails in tent rocks national monument near santa fe, new mexico. symbolically, they are the tears of apache widows, mourning the losses in a massacre of their warrior husbands. as their tears hit the ground, they turned into these stones. well, if that’s the symbolism, i’m not sure i need to know the precise geological reality.
obsidian (volcanic black glass)
santa fe, new mexico
last night, after i photographed this, and then made dinner, and then lost the last of my natural light, i accidentally kicked the corner of the paper this had been sitting on. the kicked version would have been more compelling than this more intentional original, but such is the nature of a one-a-day challenge. here, for better or worse, is today’s photo.
today i am being interviewed by a gallery in minneapolis that will host a STILL blog show opening April 19, 2013.
sea glass from lake superior and the mediterranean