style

i love how plants of a single species grow in an almost infinite variety, and yet always look like themselves. you simply can’t mistake a basil plant, or a curly dock, or a thistle, or a maple tree, and yet every individual is unlike every other. it’s like style, whether a sense of fashion style, or a style of making art, or a style of writing. every combination of words is different, but you always know it’s iris apfel, or it’s mondrian, or it’s updike. who knows. someday there may be a thing that’s known in certain circles as “a mary jo.” wouldn’t that be wonderful?

unidentified wetland weed

sucker lake regional trial, saint paul, minnesota