“Our life is composed greatly from dreams from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.” – Anais Nin
Below are the last couple of images I will post from our afternoon walk last week. I chose the quote above because the little out building remind me of a children’s play house where many dreams were dreamt or came true. The wild flowers appear to be woven together to make a bouquet. It might be a stretch of sorts, but I felt a play on words working with the the images.
“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.” – Friedrich Nietzsche
Everyday is an adventure filled with little wonders if we just keep our eyes open for them. Today’s adventure for our family involved a walk with the purpose of making observations for science classes. The direction we took was strictly with the intent to observe a tree that we had passed numerous times recently. Joshua had labeled the tree “the pancake tree”. Once observing it closely, we decided it could also be referred to as the sea shell tree. Once we examined the tree we came home and researched the unique yellow-orange growths on the internet. We discovered that the growths on the tree are sulfur fungus. It’s amazing how much art can be taken from simple explorations such as the walk we had today. Over the next few days I’ll post more of our interesting finds. Some days I’ll have quotes to pair with the images, some days there will only be photographs. Be sure to check back to see what art nature gifted us with today.
The Pancake Tree
The Art Nature Gifts us With – Little Miracles Abound
The poem above reminds me of fall, the season that is presently upon us. I have been shooting a lot over the past several days. Capturing the change of seasons and the fresh surroundings that accompany it. Notice the fall colors in the image below. I photographed my roses a lot over the past week fearing that their season was coming to an end. This particular image, to me, resonates Fall. The early morning sun low in the sky gives off the warm, golden tones of the changing season. The colors of the leaves, although only slightly deeper than during the warmer months, are similar to the colors found on certain trees in the Fall. And the rain drops dance with the breeze to enhance the falling of the petals. The spider web. I don’t take a step outside, this time of year, without seeing one. The spiders are flourishing in the cooler weather.
Do you feel the correlation to, and see the symbolism of, the poem in the image?