A favorite tree seen on our daily walks. It happens to be dead. Stark, scraggly, and standing tall against the sky, it was impossible not to notice it in the midst of the lush green woods and marsh. I wouldn’t say it stood out like a sore thumb – I enjoyed the contrast.
210/365: tree skeleton
Tomorrow Brad & I celebrate our 15th anniversary! It’s also peony season. One of my favorite, swoon-worthy flowers since childhood, I chose white peonies in my bridal bouquet. So, in celebration of my swoon-worthy husband and 15 beautiful years: a peony. I think I need to plant white ones…
156/365: peony
It all started here, back in February. I got really fascinated with creating minimal, linear compositions with sticks, stems, & snow. At the time, I wondered how I might explore the series in other seasons, since part of what really made it work was the solid white backdrop.
Today’s image works on the same aesthetic with the bare stems left over from winter hanging over the black water of the creek. It looks like the winter scene in negative.
97/365: plant stems over the creek
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Subject matter is limited. That’s OK. I am happy seeking less.
51/365:
Signs of life, like ghostly apparitions, like memories fading before our eyes.
41/365: trio
Back to back bare bones (see yesterday’s post). I’m in love with this idea – it was all I could think about on my walk yesterday.
35/365: stalks
I realize this might be tough to appreciate, especially viewed small & on screen. But I really dig it, so I’m going with it anyway.
I like the way the twig looks like it’s painted on with a fine brush. And how it captures the bleakness of winter but not without a measure of stark beauty.
34/365: twig in snow
There’s something so quaint about this broken-down intercom. The simple, one-word instruction. The missing screws. Is it going too far to see it as symbolic?
33/365: talk
There’s a lot of focus on pollinators these days so it seemed fitting to portray this one in full living color. It’s always good to see the bees doing their thing. On this visit, the sandpit was buzzing with pollinators of every stripe digging into the wild thistle blossoms with singular, ecstatic focus.
224/365: bee on thistle
I have never eaten a banana split. I always thought it seemed like a good way to ruin a perfectly good ice cream sundae. Too many ingredients.
I do, however, delight in highly specialized dishes, especially when they mimic the form of the food they’re meant to serve.
179:365: banana split bowls
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