Oh, lumber. Lumber from trees, from forests. Forests make me think of old growth. I have gone to the Hoh Rain Forest twice. The first time it was pouring rain so hard that we abandoned the trip and stayed at a motel in Forks. The second time the sun came out and the wet moss covered trees gleamed and the Roosevelt Elk showed up. It was amazing!
I took all the photographs except the one with me and the kids: my spouse took that one. These are from 2004.
My mother had plants all over a shelf running the length of their kitchen. She did a pen and ink drawing of the riot of flowers and pots and leaves. She then did a second one but this time the snapdragons were dragons and there were elves and fairies and monsters in all the plants.
My orchid is blooming riotously right now, with abandon, to the point where the pot barely stays upright. I love orchids, how long the blooms last, and how they would rather not be watered too much, and a flower that perches up on tree branches in jungles: how delightful and romantic is that? This one is in my kitchen window and makes me think of my mother.
What photograph have you taken that captures motion, nature or people in motion?
I love the water and the curling edge of the tide. I traveled to Hawaii last year and bought a book of amazing photographs from inside waves, by Clark Little. My photograph is of a much smaller wave, but I love the rolled edge and the wet sand and knowing that wave will roll up.
Message or link your photograph and I will list them next week.