Shadow Play

Late summer wildflowers, angled northern light, fallen petals, an old book, an empty frame…

An empty frame collects flower shadows, their reflections, and reflections of sky and trees beyond.

                            Half  Hours in Field and Forest by the Rev. J.G. Wood,  NY 1886.

This image is less about shadows and more about framing the bouquet. Most of these wildflowers were picked along an unused railroad track near home. The Buddleia, or Butterfly Bush, has escaped cultivation, springing up along roadsides and other neglected spaces. Same with the California Poppy. Fireweed (Epilobium augustifolium) is a native whose seed fluff was used by indigenous tribes here in blankets & mattresses. The tansy is an introduced weed – I can see why someone would “introduce” the tansy, with those bright yellow button flowers and its herby scent.

Here’s the whole lot of them in an old dented silver pitcher that belonged to my grandmother.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Free Spirit

Free Spirit

I don’t know who took this picture but to me, it fits this week’s topic. It’s my son, living the conundrum of free spirit US Marine. He’s on deployment in an opium poppy growing region of southern Afghanistan (last year). Yes, those are fresh-picked opium poppies, in case you didn’t know.  And no, he didn’t get hurt, but he lost a good friend (RIP Sean Callahan) and now, on his return to the states, he is struggling and failing to fit into the military mold. But whatever trouble he gets into, it’s good for me to remember the beautiful side of his essential free spirit, something I know I encouraged from day one.