one day late

a week ago i drove by this patch of reed grasses–standing 10 feet tall and bobbing heavy-headed in the breeze—and i noticed that the seedheads were a very deep chocolatey brown, a color i had never seen them before. the deep brown against the dark green leaves made a striking combo. so i made am mental note to come back and photograph them. i didn’t get back for 5 days (waiting for a white sky). and i was too late. the seed heads had burst, revealing slivers of silver casings. over and over again i am reminded of the impermanence of nature. seasons, micro-seasons rather, last on average about 5 days i have observed. the heathered look of these reeds is still beautiful. nature is always beautiful. but every day, it is beautiful in a new way. always the same, and never the same. both are true.

pampas-like reed grasses (probably phragmites)