05.20.13 i love a rainy night
Once upon a time, I watched Eddie Rabbit perform this song on Solid Gold:
Well I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good.
I had a big crush on him around age 10. And I really DO love a rainy night.
140/365: indoor/outdoor rain scene
05.19.13 constant companions
We spent Saturday at a favorite local art festival called Art-A-Whirl that happens all around our old neighborhood – Northeast Minneapolis. The festival has evolved over the past decade from a small open studio tour to an all-out party. There is still plenty of art to see but now there are food trucks and craft breweries and live music, too. We spent most of the day outside the new Indeed Brewery listening to old timey, feel-good music by the Roe Family Singers and the Como Avenue Jug Band.
In the midst of all the merriment, I glanced up just in time to capture this pensive street portrait.
139/365: woman with dog and cigarette
05.18.13 refreshed
Sometimes we all get thirsty. We may think that we want sunshine every day, but there is nothing so refreshing as a cool spring rain.
138/365: yellow flowers after spring rain
05.17.13 up close and personal
There is something both intimate and unrecognizable about the human body when experienced at close range.
Tangible, vulnerable, beautiful in its frankness and so very real.
137/365: wrist
05.16.13 ready, set, garden
The ground is thawed, the soil is tilled and raked, the supplies are ready. Now, it’s just a matter of sowing the seeds.
This is the moment of absolute possibility.
136/365: bamboo stakes with hemp twine
05.15.13 generation
The sunlight on the peony shoots perfectly highlights the glorious transformation that is going on right now in my garden. This peony and a few other plants came from plants in my grandparents’ and great-grandmother’s gardens. The return of these plants and the memories they carry is especially welcome.
135/365: peony shoots
05.14.13 by any other name
One of the things I like to do is look up common names of flowers. The early spring prairie blooms I’ve always called pasque flowers have many more poetic and evocative names: wind flower, prairie crocus, meadow anemone. What’s in a name? Maybe. But I think I’ll call these beauties wind flowers from now on.
134/365: pasque flowers
Terra @ Avant Garden
I'm Terra Rathai, a Minneapolis-based photographer specializing in gardens, food and fine art.
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