I was returning from my midday walk on this brilliantly clear day and noticed that in the field alongside the barn, the milkweed silks were glittering like so many puffs of pure light. The pods were open, allowing the silk to blow in the light wind, its small seeds ready to scatter.
wow! that's fantastic. dramatic. it looks like a chicken fight! and yet it's slow motion and silent...
ReplyDeleteand the cold light and high contrast white remind me of an AndrewWyeth watercolor.
ReplyDeleteCan the milkweed silk be spun into thread?
ReplyDeletePoetry in motion! (Rosemary Melbourne)
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