9.9.06

Continuing with the grassy theme ...

Sam's View of the Marsh
Sam's View of the Marsh

I got down on Sam's level in the marsh with my camera -- so, about 12 inches off the ground. This is what he sees when he charges into the grasses, nose-first, full of enthusiasm for finding the source of those deliciously ripe and pungent odors.

Me: What is in there? In the shadows in the tangles in those damp dark hollows and burrows?

Sam replies: Why? Need you ask at all? Just smell! Just suck in that pungent air with each breath, let it roll around inside your cheeks and jowls ... taste the smells, smell the tastes. Close your eyes and don't even think of the darkness. Think of all the delicious messages and stories and tales of those who have come this way before us!

6 comments:

paris parfait said...

Great photo and I love the imagined dialogue. :)

Bitterroot said...

Ah, adventures with Sam! I always love these. Sharp and beautiful photo, M...and it's fun to see it with a Sam's eye view!

pepektheassassin said...

HI, Maureen! I am away from home, and on the way from there to here, I took some pictures for you of the Utah Tree (which you have probably already seen), nevertheless, I did. I was inspired by your Shoe Tree. They won't be as good as YOURS, nevertheless....

I will post them when I get home.

pepektheassassin said...

These are fun pictures of grasses and your conversation with Sam's profound....

Overheard on a Salt Marsh. A poem by Jrr Tolkein, do you know it?

pepektheassassin said...

Oooops, not Tolkein. H. Munro. "Give me your green glass beads," etc.

kerrdelune said...

Love the dialogue with sam and those splendid grasses - wild grasses are beautiful entities.