It's amazing - with the rain comes mushrooms. I photographed all of these mushrooms, around my house in NorCal, since the beginning of December. Some of them are the same mushroom, but in a different stage of life and-or show a different view. I don't know enough about mushrooms to confidently identify these beauts, so let's safely assume they are all inedible, proceed with caution and simply appreciate their beauty and diversity. Click a mushroom for an enlarged slideshow :)
I'm lingering on painting flowers. I'm enjoying the whole process: cutting the flowers from the garden, arranging them, painting heavily and quickly, painting from life... it's really wonderful. Not sure how long I will stay with this, but I suppose I will enjoy it while it lasts.
This morning I enjoyed cutting these gorgeous, peony lookalike roses from my garden for a still life. A friend suggested that I try a time limit when painting, so I set up my easel, and gave myself ninety minutes to start and finish this painting. I found the deadline very motivating. It eliminated dillydallying and forced cutthroat decisions. And when the buzzer chimed, I really felt my work was complete.
Spring is nearly here and the garden around my studio is coming to life! It's been lovely to capture some of the little wonders through my photography. Starting top left and moving clockwise: Gorgeous quince blooming, a mushroom born from the soggy ground, one of many bees busy in the pear tree blossoms, and miner's lettuce all around the stumpery garden.
I photographed all of these little creatures around the yard. It's so fun to see them and know what they are. It seems I'll have to take the mindset of Ms. Beatrix Potter if i'm to find out who they are!
I don't have a garden, let alone a yard or a balcony to grow and cut flowers from, but I do my best to bring nature indoors. Thank goodness for little corner flower markets in the city!
In my family we hardly have any trinkets, treasures, or heirlooms from generations past. However, when I was a little girl my mom sang me a Finnish lullaby, which her mother sang to her, and her mother sang to her and so on... I had never seen the words to the song before or had any idea of the translation until someone from Finland helped me discover what the song was and translated it for me.
Piu pau paukkaa,
Jänis metsässä laukkaa,
Poron kello kaulassa,
(name) nuttu naulassa.
Pew Pow Bang!
A hare gallops in the forest
with a reindeer(’s) bell on her neck
(name) jacket (is) hung up on a nail.
Seeing the words and knowing the translation of my lullaby has somehow made the song more real to me and has made me think differently of it. To me, it's as real as any physical object, and it was brought by my ancestors from Finland and passed down generation to generation. I am suddenly aware of a special family heirloom and am contented knowing that I have something of the past which can be carried into the future.
Here's hoping this adds a little pep to your step this Monday morning :)
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