Flies and Beetles…
photographs by Justin Gove …the other pollinators.
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An artful dialogue about the wonders of the state.
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Tag: flowerJune 19, 2014Fields Of Goldphotograph and haiku by Kristen Lindquist Field of buttercups– for this I slowed my car, calmed my racing thoughts. June 10, 2013The Asticou Azalea Garden, Northeast Harborphotographs and text by Jennifer Steen Booher of Quercus Design The Asticou Azalea Garden is a local landmark, and like most locals, I rarely manage to visit our landmarks during their seasons. You New Yorkers out there, betcha only visit the Statue of Liberty when you’ve got enthusiastic house guests, right? Same here. Well, I finally made it […]
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April 27, 2013Forcing Springphotographs and text by Karen Zimmerman Dull gray and brown leaves on the ground, the sky is grey, most days have a few drops of rain, and the wind is chilly. I’d rather winter. I never want to let go of winter. I grab its tail and hold on as long as I can. But […]
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June 6, 201221 Main: In Bloomphotographs and text by Jo Ellen Stammen How does our garden grow? With a little tissue paper and a few saplings our window garden has flower power! These 3-6 foot beauties seem to really catch the eye and delight sidewalk shoppers. I try telling myself the poison ivy I got from cutting the saplings was […] June 6, 2012Guide To Capturing A Quince Blossomtext and haiku by Kristen Lindquist I recently picked up a copy of Red Pine’s translation of Guide to Capturing a Plum Blossom, by Sung Po-jen, first published in 1238. Not a typo–this was written in China almost 800 years ago. The concept: 100 paintings of plum blossoms in varying stages, from Covered Buds to Forming Fruit. Each […] June 5, 2012Rhododendrontext and haiku by Kristen Lindquist My grandmother’s house boasted a huge rhododendron bush out front. When its big purple blooms opened each spring, she’d clip a few, bring them inside, and float them in a glass bowl. It struck me as very exotic presented this way (I had a fairly provincial childhood), so I […]
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