There’s this thing I do
that I call ‘Yard Macros’.
It’s when I go into the yard for some camera therapy.
I live in the ‘burbs. On a tiny plot of sand. I suck at gardening. As much as I’d like a nicely landscaped yard, I don’t (once I attempted it, but it didn’t take). I can’t stand yard work or gardening and so we basically have wildly overgrown plants, hardly any of which came from a green house. Most are what you’d call weeds.
Yeah, I said it. Weeds.
And this year is the worst year yet. I haven’t mowed. My husband had surgery to repair a torn pectoral, so neither has he.
Yep. Mid-June and narry a Honda has graced the lawn.
Lawn. That’s nice. Call it that if you want. I prefer pasture. Or meadow.
So back to that thing I do. Sometimes I go into the yard and shoot what is there. Often it’s something pretty small because any kind of landscape will have a neighbor’s house in it. No matter what direction I face there’s a house. So small scale it is, but darn, there’s sometimes wonders down there, out of sight but within view.
I would have added some mushrooms, but someone eated them.