The persistent rains have washed away much of the soil from the roots of the corn stalks in the acres of fields surrounding my home. The stalks are beautiful in their patterned rows and now that the farmers have cleared some areas you can wander around getting your shoes stuck in the soil which sucks you down into a place where the corn takes its hold. I've been intrigued by the will of these roots to hold on. While I try to sloosh and gluck out of the muck the corn holds firm even if it's tilted. One of the leaves had fallen down to the roots and had dry rotted before the rains. It clung, wrapped and caressed each root like a lecherous old skeletal hand caressing above and between each "leg" of the root cluster.
I dig nature. (Yeah....sometimes I actually do.......dig...gardens.....dig clay, paints, earth, photography.) I think nature is sexier than most people. |
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