Ah the wages of pleasure. Our month in Provence cost me the chance to shoot these weeds as they go from lush green fronded giants (for weeds, they're 4 1/2 feet tall) to leafless branches with the greenest seed pods to what I've shot here, the last week or so before the seeds go to the ground or into a bird. I'm not that sorry, we did go to Provence, after all.
These were shot in one of two or three places around here that were cleared for a building project just before the economy tanked. A cleared field is weed heaven. The toughest sun lovers come first and the larger shade throwers slowly crowd them out. I love these spots and try to look at them once a week or so to see changes.
I am so used to see snow photos in these days that I took the first one for a snow photo, too ... until I reminded myself where you are living, of course.
ReplyDeleteIt's a very fine white sand, which is what you get in Florida if you dig down a few feet. We're basically a long peninsula of sand, covered with a crust of earth. Weeds love it.
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