This is kind of a crappy shot but I have an excuse. Just wait and hear me out. I took the picture rather haphazardly while camping with the idea to use it later for identification and not to make a pretty picture. I just held the camera up to the flower and clicked. The camera very near took this picture on its own, really. I acted more as a human facilitator.
This flower was in bloom all over the place but I did not bring my wildflower identification guide, a mistake I would regret many times on our trip.
I took these pictures while foraging for blackberries just around the corner from our campsite in Massassauga Provincial Park. The park is a Unesco World Biosphere Reserve. The second biosphere I have visited this year!
That smush on the right Polaroid is the remains of an unfortunate mosquito. I like nature, I really do. But feast on my blood and the love fest is over. I do not hold hands with blood suckers.
I have a strong love for grass plants and water reeds, a love that was forged not through gardening but photography. Gardening’s influence on photography was and is obvious, but I did not predict that photography would influence my gardening practice.
The tall stems behind me are Jerusalem Artichoke. I’m growing it in a big garbage bin as an experiment. Shiso and ‘Black Brandywine’ tomato is off to the side. Man, I can’t wait for those suckers to ripen. The Brandywine flavor merged with the depth and richness of a black tomato… that can’t not be good.
I did eventually find a place for them and they are now blooming. The smell is amazingly sweet. Clearing out a spot was worth the effort.