I would, though, love - maybe not here, because the mountains and distance and sky are good enough aids to meditation, but in LA - a discreet fountain; a gentle water feature, just like this.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Yes, I do realize that my love of taking photos in color that represent color may decidedly stand in the way of making the black and white images - or negatives - that I need for next week's course ... Still, although this looks good in black and white, it's obviously a knock-out cerulean blue. The pot, and a number like it, is at Jackalope - though overall, this year's pot collection at what is my usual plant-container emporium was pretty disappointing. What has usually been a collection of mid-sized glazed and earthenware receptacles has morphed into giant Vietnamese containers on steroids - one of which might look good enough on one's front porch, but which are a hopeless prospect for planting out one's herbs and annuals and obligatory supply of fresh catmint.