Grass

I just got back from my weeklong course in astrophysics, which I am dying to write about. I actually have several things I need to discuss—the surprisingly strange experience of spending a week at “The Chautauqua,” the origin and nature of the universe(s), and questions of Being and Nothingness. While I’m working on those, I thought I'd slide back into blogging with a photo blog, one that has been forming itself over the past few weeks. It started like this …

A few weeks ago—after the heavy rains and before the scorching heat—my partner and I were taking our regular early Sunday morning walk and commented on how tall the grass was getting. It was lovely, green and dense, promising a gorgeous summer scene in our local open space. Then, over the next several days … which stretched into weeks … I started paying attention to how complicated “the grass” really is. The result is this blog, which honors the many growing things that combine to form “the grass” along my daily walks.

First, I started to realize how many types of grass make up "the grass" (not even counting the kind whose possession recently became legal in Colorado and Washington State). For instance ...

 

  

                             

              

 

Then, there are all the friends of the grasses that live in its midst, some easy to spot and others more shy … 

      

        

    

It turns out that “the grass” has a whole lot more to say than I first realized. Since I started thinking about how to portray its complexity, I’ve been seeing it in a new way. I don’t think I’ll ever say “the grass” again without thinking about the texture and variety that get hidden by those words.

If I were a philosopher, I’d find a commentary on life and living here.