Plants in death

January 13, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

 

Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

Walking in the garden at this time of year is often a revelation. I am rarely ready for the range of interesting sights that sit there, ignored in this inhospitable time. In fact, it usually takes an effort for me to go there, so unlikely a place is it for visual stimulation in January. Often I go simply to accompany my lover as she gathered some sage or other hardy herb from the remaining plants.

Not so this time. I'm not sure what changed my attitude. Perhaps I recalled the several sweet shots I've taken, usually close-ups of plants both robust and decaying. Perhaps it was that I was tired and the garden was close. Or perhaps I'm remembering the dignity and beauty of dying plants. 

This tumble-down impossibly random assemblage greeted me, waited for me and my camera. I did nothing. That's what I love about these shots - when they work well, I've done nothing other than be in the right place at the right time.


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