Yes, absolutely. I love grasses – something about their linearity, and the swoop and curve of a blade’s path through the air…


In a mass, all of the fine cross-hatching’s are as delicious to my eye as print on a page.
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A grass can embody the prettiest, frilliest, curvaceous dance…and other times it can be a spear, crisply delineating space.

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Absorbing light as easily as it accommodates a breeze, or reflecting light every which way, like water sparkling on a lake –

…blades catch sun and fling it back into space.

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Heavily textured, stiff and dry,

or soft and feathery,

a field of grass can shimmer in summer heat like an ocean of sunlight.

Coated with frost, every stalk stands apart, each fuzzy outline adding crunch and texture.

Bamboo, prince of the grasses and always elegant, is dignified and somber at dusk.

And in the dead of winter, a common marsh grass seems to grasp its neighbor to forestall the inevitable.
Photos taken at Bellevue Botanical Garden in Bellevue, Washington; at Snug Harbor, Staten Island (NYC); at Juanita Bay Park in Kirkland, Washington; in a Duvall, Washington field; at Snug Harbor, Staten Island (NYC); on Mount Magazine, Arkansas; at Mount Loretto in Staten Island (NYC); on The High Line in NYC; at Pike Place Market in Seattle, Washington; on Topsail Island, North Carolina; in an upstate New York field; and at Ancient Lakes in Quincy, Washington.