myth

a myth is a story that that is unprovable. it doesn’t mean it’s false. it just means it’s unprovable. prometheus brought fire to humankind. david slew goliath. paul bunyan chased his blue ox, babe, all across minnesota, and their footprints created our 10,000 lakes. those aren’t false stories. just unprovable. i took this photo of the feet of an eight toed bird with scales like a dinosaur and bat wings that lands on you just at those times when you are about to fall asleep but instead start violently awake. prove it’s not true.

tips of (unidentified) winter branches

snowball garden

i planted some snowballs last spring. after oversummering, they appear to be taking to this soil and these conditions. i just hope it doesn’t rain, or get too warm for them, poor fragile dears.

cone flowers in february

the true path

the hardest job i’ve ever had is still parenting. sometimes it is a matter of seeing, for instance, that the curl in this leaf was not a detour, but a temporary deflection before resuming a straight path. when the curl begins, it is impossible to know that it will straighten out again.

paperwhite leaf

curls

this photo is not about dried winter grasses. it is about the arcs of snow inside the arcs of dried winter grasses, given shape by inadvertent curls. happy sunday.

tall grass in winter

bronzed

i mostly posted this image because of that blurry spiderweb of a shadow along the lower right side of the leaf. on the other hand, the leaf does look as if it has been plated in bronze doesn’t it? it reminds me of a story when i was a kid. a lot of people used to cast their children’s baby shoes in bronze to commemorate how precious their childhood was. if you said you had something “bronzed” it meant you loved it so much that you were willing to encase it in precious metal to enhance its value. when i was a kid we used to say that someone was so stupid, “if he won a gold medal, he’d have it bronzed.” there you go. your joke for the weekend.

white oak skeleton leaf