In the lush, verdant realities of summer, I forget all about the bare, graceful structures hidden under all that green. Until a little death sweeps in, like a dry branch waving naked in the wind, to steal my attention and remind me, for just a moment, that the circle never stops.
207/365: dead branches
This juxtaposition makes me smile. My friend Emy is trying to kill the invasive honeysuckle. She not only cut it down to the ground, she placed a skull over it! I forgot to ask if this was a deliberate symbolic gesture…
In any case, the honeysuckle is growing right up through the bones like a phoenix rising from the ashes…
There is no more realistic portrait of nature than the fact of death and the resolute persistence of life all around it.
160/365: skull and honeysuckle
avant garden 365 