Here are some of the photographs I made yesterday on my walk in the prairie meadow at French Regional Park. At first glance the wild tangle of plants didn’t look very photogenic to me. But then I began noticing things that drew my eye.
Blooming Prairie
The tall common mullien plants, which so often look out of place and ugly to me, looked tall and statuesque against the sky. Towering over all the other grasses and wildflowers they looked like beacons pointing up at the sky.
“The prairie skies can always make you see more
than what you believe.”
― The Past Never Ends
Bees and damselflies buzzed and crawled around all of the bee balm flowers (wild bergamot). Though most of the flowers had lost most of their petals, I found them beautiful still. I saw many goldfinches flitting around and perching on the flowers without petals, eating their seeds.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Beauty takes many forms
Sometimes I have to look harder to find beauty than other times. Yesterday was one of the days that I gazed with soft eyes, feeling the space around me, and then attempting to make photos that would give a tiny sense of how being with those plants made me feel. As I paused and walked slowly, I exclaimed to myself, “This and this, and oh yes, this!”
If you have a chance, find a park with a blooming prairie and take a walk there soon. You will find it an expansive beautiful experience.
Wishing you a beautiful day today and always.
May you walk in beauty.
Trees at the edge of the prairie. Experimenting with camera movement to express the feeling of the day.
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