Weeks of premature chill and periodic rain followed by a spate of highly unusual warm, dry weather rendered this year’s autumnal prairie rich.
Will those conditions be seen as ass backwards for long? Perhaps
not. We’ll see.
But especially given its miserable beginnings, this fall showed
real well for itself.
I’d mentioned how when I bought the Linhof I considered shooting botanicals, then opted instead for architectural work.
Never expected to come back ‘round to the lives of plants
and their great diversity of inhabitors, but here we are.
Undoubtedly, my current botanical work benefits from all
those years considering the organic geometry of wilderness slowly eating failed
construct.
The real world creating and later recycling is pretty much all the same thing, whether coming or going. Doesn’t much matter whether earth made it, or
we did.
Either way, chaos can seem readily apparent.
A worthy subject, chaos. Especially when you look closer and find that what seems chaotic isn’t, exactly.
As the season progressed, light life and diverse opportunity
continually presented.
As I write this, it's a full 16 degrees above 'normal' outside. South winds howl. The sky is suspicious grey. Tomorrow it'll all crash, they say.
But not yet today.
