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weeds
i don't know what wild flower or weed this is, but it is full of glory in this end-of-fall scenario. love how it glows!
words and photographs by rebecca wood
one of the things i love about fall is fields of orange broomsedge. its seed heads glimmer in the late afternoon light, like fairies roaming the air.
photographs and words by rebecca wood
late fall...time to pull weeds, but they are so, so pretty!
arrangement and photographs by rinne allen
photograph and words by rinne allen
i've always loved this weed. when i was little i would use it for 'parsley' on my muddies. i loved to roll it between my fingers and smell the pungent smell. it is the bane of farmers, and a sign of poor pasture, but i love to see it still. i found a big patch of it and marveled at the beauty.
photograph and words by rebecca wood
photograph by rebecca wood
l o v e fall walks in the woods! I found this patch of some kind of tall tall weed unknown to me. but the stalks and leaves were glowing so purple in the late morning light. . . another thing to try to do a painting of. . .
words and photographs by rebecca wood
