Archive for the ‘Wildflowers’ Category

My fall garden is graced by tall and still-elegant Queen Anne’s Lace gone to seed.  Despite her wild nature,  she is permitted to hold court in any of my gardens as long as she chooses.

 

I thought this image should stand alone.

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Yesterday’s outbuilding unveiled.

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In this series, the fog is a visible presence.

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If you would like to place this building in context, the final shot is from a post I did in early August.

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Next time: Hey! What about that big red building?

I’ve brought you along with me many times to the deserted farm around the corner…and here we go again.

A developer (hissssss boooo) purchased  the property a few months ago and several of the buildings have been torn down. The two or three remaining have really deteriorated.

Yet…on a foggy morning last week there was so much beauty still to be found.

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Today is my photo version of The Dance of the Seven Veils: a slow reveal of one of the last buildings standing.

The tall brown stalks are mulleins going to seed. The mullein is a wildflower as well as an herbal utility player.  You can smoke it, drink it or apply it as a poultice.

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Or, you can crouch behind some to shoot your photographs, getting some pretty sweet vertical lines in the bargain.

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The fog doesn’t play a starring role in this series, yet it served as a filter for all of my shots that morning, subtly softening both the landscape and the buildings.  That will be more obvious in the next couple of posts.

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At least, that’s what this thistle plant looks like to me.

Five images, taken near Teal Pond after a morning rain.

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If you enlarge the first shot, you will see that our ninja is wearing a single diamond earring.

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Ah…but even tough guys have their softer sides.

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

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

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Come: join me for my morning’s walk. Don’t worry–I’ll do the heavy lifting here.  You can pour another cup of coffee and get comfy.

At 6:00 this morning, the world outside my windows was pleasantly hazy: not exactly fog-bound, but more mist-kissed. This isn’t completely unusual for me but when I put my glasses on, the soft gray morning was still there.

I rolled out of bed with great slowness–really? I’m going outside?– and rummaged around for clothes suitable for wandering in wet grass.  I ended up in an outfit that any mother of a four-year-old would instantly recognize: a free-spirited mixture of pajamas and whatever was on the floor of my closet.

And my camera.

I exited my backyard and started walking through the fields.

The sweet Queen riot is still in full-swing and I almost stayed right in the middle of it for another session of glamour shots…

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…but I’m glad that I didn’t. Look! The deserted farm down the road!

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I’ve never approached from this way before and it was just a matter of finding where the barbed wire was down so I could step through to the farm side.

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Actually, I think I wandered into a painting.

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The mist turned to rain and I turned to home. Total time out? One hour.

 

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Home again!