Monday, December 08, 2008
I suppose we each paint, draw, photograph those things that fascinate us or that we love ... and roadsides (some call them wasteplaces) are no exception. There is something so symbolic about this last bit of virtually untamed land that seems to draw my eyes and my heart. I love the juxtaposition of soft grasses and determined flowers against the hard, stable rocks, and the way 'weeds' find a way to grow in soil that cannot sustain more 'fussy' plants. I like the way the grasses survive the cold, wind and oftentimes traffic fumes, and how the rocks or small boulders seem to hold everything "rock"-steady.
In these crazy times, roadsides are metaphors to me .. giving us by example their steadfastness (rocks) while remaining hopeful, yet acting flexible (flowers) through the buffeting storms and changing times.
Yep, I do love the roadsides and wasteplaces ..