Dry Grasses

 

When I walked along the lake, the sky was blue, there was a light frost. As I walked I was passed by skiers of all ages. And I was a little offended that I did not go skiing with them, did not catch up with the last skier with all my might.
 

But walking isn't bad either. There is something to see and see. Stems and ears of dry grasses were preserved along the coast, these were reeds, sedge, wormwood and other herbs. From spring to late autumn, they grow beautifully near the shore, partly in the water. When winter comes and snow covers the surface of the lake, these ears of dry grass remind us how beautiful it was last summer. As they grew, grains ripened and fell to the ground and into the water of the lake.

 

 Here is how artist Karen Margulis talks about dry grass:

"...How fortunate we are as artists. Even something as mundane as dried grasses can be seen as beautiful. Many would pass them without a second look. What is interesting about dead grass?  It's brown and ugly! But when we begin to see things through the eyes of an artist even the ugly becomes beautiful.
Brown is beautiful because brown is not just brown. Brown is purple and blue and orange. Brown stuff has subtle and beautiful colors. We just need to look carefully and allow our eyes to really see it".

 

 

The color of dry grass is changeable. It depends on the illumination of the sun and can be yellow-brown, and on cloudy days it can appear dark brown.
Only dried ears on grass stems glow in the rays of the sun, as if they say: soon everything will come to life, there will be new plants, new seeds, new fresh herbs. I wanted to take a photo to remember my stroll.

That's all for now, bye!

 

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