Luke threw out our garden center's fall ornamental cabbage crop, and I was surprised by how un-upset I was.
I’ve been photoing cabbage since the middle of September. I can already hear it “Cabbage? Cabbage?” Next comes weird confused looks. Yes cabbage.
Do you ever walk up to something so simple, so completely ordinary, and feel your body tell you to wait? There's more.
It's almost been a daily devotion of mine to walk out into our garden center in the golden hour and just capture what strikes me. Daily, it's been this bluish-grayish cabbage and the way the light meets its bespeckled leaves.
To be honest, I still don't even know why it moves me in the way it does, but I have over a hundred photographs, each capturing something that just pulls me in.
I've been collecting them.
When I walk up, I notice the most intricate patterns of dots adorning each leaf. Water must have sat there. There's this subtle iridescence that almost glows when photographed. When the sun hangs low enough in the sky and mingles with the water spots, the relationship makes my breath catch.
So I stop, pull my camera to my face, meter for the surface of the leaf, and I click.
I think I want these photos to teach me what it is that is so breathtakingly beautiful to me, that I can't help but suspend them in time.
I felt sadness when Luke told me he had pitched the cabbage (those dang cabbage worms eat each leaf to lace), but almost relief and joy that my attention and fascination are freed up to land elsewhere.
This Stopped Me
This Stirred Me
This Was my Favorite Image
Have a wonderful Week!!!