the garrigue is what we have here in southern france instead of the woods back home in minnesota. it is the classic mediterranean scrubland, and anything that doesn’t have thorns gets eaten by rabbits and hares and turtle doves and partridges and deer and wild boar. whatever they don’t eat gets left behind, and looks like this photo. layer after layer of shredding, merciless bramble. hiding, here and there, occasional tufts of thyme, and rosemary, and savory, and cistus flowers, and chicory. it is beautiful in the way that boxers and bullfighters are beautiful, beautiful in the way that rebels and soldiers are beautiful, and harley riders, and tattooed women, and rough shelled oysters, and coarse talk about love.

blackberry canes

laurens, languedoc, france

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