After visiting Greensky Hill, we took a drive down some less-traveled roads and stopped to look at this gorgeous pinto. He came to to fence to see us, but soon losst interest because we had no apples or carrots with us. We had been to Rostenthal Farms for sour pie cherries and that was the only food we had with us. Lovely drive with my daughter.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Joe Pye weed
This new England Indian used this plant, or a similar one, in healing. One internet source describes the tea made from it as "nauseous." And research on Joe Pye himself turns up very little besides his debt to a New England saloon-keeper. As with other native Americans from New England, his tribe, which still had people named Pye, was pushed west several times until they reach Minnesota. This lovely soft pink reliably adorns the roadsides here at this time of year, giving Joe Pye a sort of immortality, or remembrance.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
About Ready?
I love this! It is like a little story about a marriage. Taken today at Big Rock Point, formerly the spring gathering place for the local Odawa/Ottawa tribe. There were a lot of geese, but they didn't stay long when two people began scrambling toward them over the scrub.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Girl with three gulls
This child was waiting for a wedding in the park to begin. I had to crop it from a larger photo, since the opportunity only lasted as she climbed this grassy bank. I like the gulls . . .
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Fantasy blend
I spent ten hours yesterday fooling with pictures and especially the Silver Efex Pro filters. Then I blended one with an old black and white shot of rebuilding our farmhouse, circa 1956. To get good at this will take a lot of time and investigation. But the possibilities are endless. Creation of other worlds and otherworldliness.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
A bouquet of cottonwood leaves
After an intense rainstorm, my granddaughter picked up all these cottonwood leaves from the lawn, and presented them to me. I put them in the vase just the way she gave them to me. A short time later, she added the little blue flower, and the rose, which she pulled from the bush by grasping just above the thorns and under the blossom.
Little beloved blog--I've been neglecting you.