The
Beginning Of The End
(8/28/04)
Last summer ('30), I grew the most amazing flowers. Something
was just conducive to some wonderful plant life that led to some
great photographs. This summer, I feel like I've lost my touch.
I'm not sure if it was the soaked spring we had, where it rained
every day, or the drought we've had for the rest of the sason.
Wisconsin is always a study in quick extremes where its weather
is concerned. Either my plants are getting too much sun, not
enough, too much water, or again, not enough. For some reason,
this year I just can't get the right mix. I realized, though,
that my flowers don't need to be pretty to shoot. There's something
quite interesting about the composition to me. I like the spoke-like
shape and the deep, almost blood red color of this flower. The
shriveled blossums gives me a sense of time, death, and the fact
that our summer is quickly coming to an end. |
