a funny thing happens when mid-february rolls around, and mother nature has stripped herself as bare as she gets. suddenly, the gnarled swellings of black knot against the white snow look like letters in an alphabet. i wish i could read them. i’d love to know what they’re saying.
black knot fungi
saint paul, minnesota
they look to me like they are meant to soar.
I really see bodies, movement & dance in these ones. Excellent ! oxox
Thank You Sonia!