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Four images

Queen Anne’s Lace, Potawatomi Park, Door County.



Same flower, but different setting, different quality of light and fifty miles from my own bevy of Queens.



Six images with apologies if you are receiving for a second time. This post didn’t get listed in Reader when I published yesterday afternoon. I am trying again.

These impressions are far better at conveying the enchantment of being alone in a field of wildflowers than all the documentary-style photos I could possibly show you.






field of queens

Right now, the fields and ditches, prairies and roadsides of Wisconsin are blanketed in waves of Queen Anne’s Lace, also known Daucus Carota, wild carrot, bird’s nest, and bishop’s lace. Whatever name she’s going by, she is an elegant white presence throughout my flower gardens and I am leaving her undisturbed since I find her to be easily as beautiful as any domesticated plant growing there.



Queen Anne’s Lace is considered an invasive species, having been imported from Europe. What I just learned is that this flower is the forerunner of our domestic carrot and its taproot can be eaten because it is…wait for it…a wild carrot. Cool! Not only a beauty, but one that can feed us as well.



The “bird’s nest” name comes because the flower gradually turns in on itself, forming a tight fist full of seeds.


The fields behind my house are thick with the plants and the slightest breeze keeps them in constant motion.  Frankly, I can’t get enough. When I am done admiring them from my window or patio, I am forced to grab a camera and go to pay my respects, up close and personal.

More tomorrow.

A recent visit to the Milwaukee Art Museum yielded these wonderful studies in light and shadow.


The curves and lines of this building are endlessly fascinating–seductive, really–and I often find myself more caught up in studying the structure itself than the artwork that I have come to see.




Soooo…did anyone notice I was gone for a bit? I can explain.


At this point in the mind-numbing soul-crushing winter of our disconnect, most of my friends in the upper Midwest have fled to Florida for respite from the Vortex of Doom. Well, not to be outdone by those crazy snowbirds, Wabi Sabi left Wisconsin for a week as well. And what a week it was! Everyday the temps shot skyward, sometimes kissing 20 degrees above zero– nearly 40 degrees warmer than back home!  A thick coating of ice on every surface!

Welcome to New England.

I  felt totally at home in New Hampshire where the state motto is “Live Free or Die.” It sounds so much like “Eat Cheese and Die,” the state motto of Wisconsin. (We only appear to be a happy people. We do have a dark side.)

Now, maybe every night, those Florida folks went to bed and slipped between cool sheets to dream of more margaritas and coconut oil. I will admit that Wabi Sabi didn’t. Wabi Sabi put on her flannel pajamas, crawled under three quilts…and fell asleep with the sweet perfume of brand new baby girl dancing round her head.

Oh, yeah. Welcome to the tribe, Maya.

Saturday afternoon, different vineyard. Different look.

vinyard4Please notice deer stand in the distance. We are Wisconsin.


This last shot looks like a sketch.  The trunks of the plants as well as the upright support posts cast strong horizontal shadows,  echoing the rows of thin wires stretched across the top. In stark contrast to all of these rigid horizontal and vertical lines, the red cordons or arms of the grape plants appear to be pin wheeling about the field.


The Apollonian and Dionysian, order and chaos, alive and well in Door County vineyards.




Saturday topped out at 37 degrees with no wind and I was all about climbing over snow banks and trudging across fields in knee-high snow looking for just the right lighting and angles. Today begins the slide into frigid temps and strong winds with wind chills predicted to be in the -20 to -30 degree range for the next few days. 

I believe I am about to turn my attention to the simmering of hearty soups and the baking of fine breads.