Anemones give me hope. Growing athem is a delight, watching as they push up through the earth, already starting to unfurl and straighten, is part of the day’s story in the garden. Woke up kind of down today. Helps to work with the plants, and soon I’ll go walk up at Millerton, which is always a spirit lifter. Remind myself that feelings aren’t facts, and they do change, minute by minute.
Bringing them into the studio can be a challenge. They don’t stand up very well. Here I’ve taken a little round pill container. and filled it with rice. So far this works the best of all the structural support I’ve tried. The light plays games with me as I take the pictures, playing with exposure to capture some of the detail of the petals. Which do you prefer?