Showing posts with label leaves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leaves. Show all posts

Sunday, January 11, 2015

365 Leaves : numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5

I've undertaken various Project 365 ideas in the past - in photographs, fabric, yarn. I'm not sure if I will confine this one to a calendar year, or Just Do It as the whim takes me (several today, none tomorrow...).

But I've been thinking about leaves for a while. Maybe a crochet leaves project (I seem to have collected some green wools with this in mind...). I've been looking at crochet patterns for leaves, of which there are not a few.

And it makes sense to photograph leaves. Surely I can find 365 leaves to inspire me. It's also a lens for a default daily photograph subject (itself a good mindfulness exercise...).

I know, this is the third time for this photo. But it's also such a good start. Green and grey-green and bruise-purple and bruise-yellow and plum-raspberry; and the chewed edges, and spots, and the variety of shapes, narrow/broad, long/rounded. And the grey-white stalk. So much to see and consider. All on the one small start of a tree.

 

And here are some more, caught after a day of rain. Same thing happening, nature's intriguing game of not-repeating, same-yet-different.

 

So, #365leaves, numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Three hundred and sixty more to find... A year of hunting leaves. Hunting a year of leaves. Keeping my eyes open. Looking.

There's an element of wabi-sabi in this for me, too. Those imperfect leaves are as beautiful as the perfect ones; if not more so.

  1. Wabi-sabi (侘寂 ?) represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete".
  2. Wabi-sabi - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wabi-sabi

 

 

(Photos are taken via Hipstamatic app, Kodot Grizzled film and John S lens).

 

Friday, January 02, 2015

Like something almost being said...

The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf

Like something almost being said;

The recent buds relax and spread,

Their greenness is a kind of grief.


Is it that they are born again

And we grow old? No, they die too,

Their yearly trick of looking new

Is written down in rings of grain.


Yet still the unresting castles thresh

In fullgrown thickness every May.

Last year is dead, they seem to say,

Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Philip Larkin


 

(I know, I've used that photo two days in a row. But I love it. One eucalypt seedling/sapling, but all those colours and shapes.)

- See more at: http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/trees#sthash.Klwl3jEQ.dpuf

Link including Larkin reading the poem.