I love this! I'm still waiting for a meaningful rain. Winter has set in, but we need lots of (slow, gentle) rain to make up for the many months of drought. I want to hear the creeks flowing again, returning to their musical serenade.
I play a musical game on the small creek behind our cabin. When the water level gets low, and I can barely hear the water, which is one of my favorite sounds in the world, I will rearrange the rocks in such a way as to create more cavities, which equals more sound and more music. Yes, I'm a little obsessed 😉
I loved this piece Michela, gorgeous writing as always (especially loved "There are poems and spells here. Whispers and echoes; psalms and prayers"), and thank you so much for linking my piece! 🤍
Thanks Sarah. I ran short of time and didn’t add captions. This is one of the plants that fascinates me—bog asphodel—and these are its faded flowers and seedheads. It’s had a good year, and is spreading. I think I like it best in winter, when its colour has leached back into the roots. The last photo is of its leaves. Already many of the stems are lying flat on the ground, so I was pleased to find that the first fine snow had left these more or less upright.
Thanks Maïlys. Yes, indeed, and I think it depends on how you look as much as what you look at. I may be a little biased, as my taste for abstracts gives me more leeway.
I’m glad to have led you to Rebecca’s writing; I think you will enjoy it.
I love this! I'm still waiting for a meaningful rain. Winter has set in, but we need lots of (slow, gentle) rain to make up for the many months of drought. I want to hear the creeks flowing again, returning to their musical serenade.
Thanks Paul! I hope your wish is granted. Long before I started photographing water, I always used to stop to listen when crossing a stream or river.
I play a musical game on the small creek behind our cabin. When the water level gets low, and I can barely hear the water, which is one of my favorite sounds in the world, I will rearrange the rocks in such a way as to create more cavities, which equals more sound and more music. Yes, I'm a little obsessed 😉
I loved this piece Michela, gorgeous writing as always (especially loved "There are poems and spells here. Whispers and echoes; psalms and prayers"), and thank you so much for linking my piece! 🤍
That’s lovely to hear, thank you. And in turn I loved your piece, and was glad to be able to share a link.
There is beauty all around us if we just allow ourselves to look - your articles always remind me of that ☺️
Thanks so much Sophie. Yes! Today I’m enjoying finding more beautiful writing here on Substack.
I know it's not moss, but I do love that photo of the grass in the snow. It beautifully captures the feeling of winter.
Thanks Sarah. I ran short of time and didn’t add captions. This is one of the plants that fascinates me—bog asphodel—and these are its faded flowers and seedheads. It’s had a good year, and is spreading. I think I like it best in winter, when its colour has leached back into the roots. The last photo is of its leaves. Already many of the stems are lying flat on the ground, so I was pleased to find that the first fine snow had left these more or less upright.
“There is a strange but beguiling beauty to be found in decay.” Such a profound truth, and metaphor.
Thank you Kimberley, I’m glad this resonates with you.
A lovely collection of words here, Michela. So rich.
Thanks Yasmin, that’s very kind of you. I was there again today, and found myself even more fascinated as the frost applied extra sharpening.
One of your lines made me think of that quote I use on my personal Instagram account: "Everything has beauty if you look at the details".
Thank you for sharing the discovery of Rebecca Hooper. Her text is indeed beautiful.
Thanks Maïlys. Yes, indeed, and I think it depends on how you look as much as what you look at. I may be a little biased, as my taste for abstracts gives me more leeway.
I’m glad to have led you to Rebecca’s writing; I think you will enjoy it.