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Lunaria #2

A minuscule tear in the fragile membrane of the Lunaria pod silicle valve.

Lunaria # 1

This is the first in what will be a series of macros of Money Plant pods. This is actually a super closeup of what is happening on the inside of the pod, shot through the sheeny exterior of one of the tiny seeds. I took this using my iPhone 11 Pro, (which I am experimenting with more and more). I used my Xenvo macro attachment lens for my phone.

“The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus (1922), Part One, XXI

Unruly Giggler (in My Imaginary Garden)

Fleabane is a favorite of mine. I admire the adaptability of this plant (or weed as many would refer to it), which manages to grow in the most unwelcoming of places. The clusters of flowers are so cheerful and expressive. They always call to mind wild-haired children tumbling over each other with laughter.

Making more

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store   
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,   
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.   
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.

by Tony Hoagland an excerpt of “A Color of the Sky”

from What Narcissism Means to Me (2003)

Rule #2

“Rule 2: You reap exactly what you sow, that is, you cannot grow tulips from zucchini seeds.” Anne Lamott Small Victories

Like the mouth of some great African cat

The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;   

They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,   

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes

Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

From “Tulips” by Sylvia Plath

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