
On a walk in the forest, you will always find somebody watching.
On a walk in the forest, you will always find somebody watching.
As a photographer, I am average, at best.
I take photos of plants and landscapes that speak to me.
What do I hear? What do they say? Only I know that I must look closer. So I do that through the camera viewfinder. I share these because somehow or other they have spell bound me. And I like that. I hope you have a similar experience.
Sun. Flower. Tell me more about the Sun and flowers.
Can’t tell the forest from the trees. Or is it the other way around–can’t tell the trees from the forest. Can’t tell.
Can’t tell the trees from the trunk and branches.
Can’t tell the trunk and branches from the leaves.
Can’t tell the leaves from the needles and cones.
Can’t tell anything…I’m lost…and happy…don’t tell.
I’m coming to get you!
“Are you asking me? …is that some kind of existential ‘look-in-the-mirror’ trick?”
“Are you going to take the trip or not?”
Stop pushing me!
Oooooopps—more than a pair!
Corylus avellana, 600 meters above sea level, 12June2010, North facing slope, Bernese Highlands, Swiss Alps.
Hazelnut or filbert. At the risk of sounding too much like an oldtimer…
Once upon a time, before European mass produced chocolate became common in the United States, if you wanted chocolate with nuts, you had primarily chocolate with peanuts. Then if you took the big voyage to Europe and tried to find chocolate and peanuts…impossible. Chocolate and nuts in Europe meant chocolate and hazelnuts. Need I say mouth watering?
Sambucus nigra, 11June2010, 600meters above sea level, North facing slope, Berner Oberland, Switzerland.
Dig into this one. Elderberry ice cream. Elderberry cordial. Elderberry jam. And on it goes. Wait until ripe, if you haven’t already harvested the flowers. So light. Heavenly.
I love to see an agricultural community in transition. Everything counts. Nothing is wasted.
People still remember that everything counts and, for security, nothing is wasted.