He hides in plain sight Right under your eye Next to the trail Down in a swale
Making his plans Hidden from man Looks like a weed That's what we believe
During the spring He looks like noth-ing Something to mow Don't let it grow
Then when he dries Brings tears to your eyes His rustic dance A rusty romance
During the summer Seed pods bring wonder Red, brown and rust To see it - you must
Next time you walk Past a weed with a stalk Camera in hand It will be grand
I sung only the stanzas in Bold - these worked best with the music. Since my surgery, I had lost my photographic "mojo" - luckily my music mojo was still in tact.
Last Sunday I paired some cool dried weeds I picked in a field with a creepy doll. I also took a macro shot through an old Yashica-Flex Rollei knock off film camera and shot the ground glass. I figure it would give a pinhole effect - and voila!
Now I have a "theme" for this summer - and its photographic cool dried weeds with my old creepy dolls and marionettes. I have several very cool weeds - one, called Red Sorrel (or sheeps sorrel) is quite beautiful - and I must have walked past in all these years and just wrote it off as an ugly weed. Amazing how we can finally open our eyes after so many years - and see something that was under our nose.
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