The ponds are frothing at the mouth, salivating for more Life.
This plant is so old it served as salad for stegosaurus. Cycad’s beauty stands the test of time.
Thanks to recent improvements, the UC Botanical Garden is now more accessible than ever to people with a wide range of mobilities. All are welcome to come smell the flowers.
Quietude would like to have a word or two.
Much like humans, greenhouses emanate an inner light.
This humble plant contains the seed of every library in the world. Papyrus was the first plant to be turned into paper by our ancestors 5000 years ago. The roots of literature begin here.
Although I loved school, I loved skipping school more. I loved the transgression and freedom of hopping on a subway train with my friend Maki to venture into Boston, untrackable in that pre-digital era. Our innocent idea of rebellion was to spend the day at the Museum of Fine Arts, treading familiar paths through the sprawling labyrinth, ending our pilgrimage in the Impressionist room, which I can still mentally reconstruct painting by painting in my mind’s eye. The light on Monet’s water lilies transfixed me, pinned me to the spot so that part of me is still there staring. This photograph is my ode to Monet, who enticed me into loving light, color, grace, and other things best learned outside of school.
I took this photograph for my patron saint, Imogen Cunningham. I think she would find this undulating form highly caressable.
You can live-stream this scene directly by visiting a live stream at the UC Botanical Garden.
“The temple bell stops, but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” - Matsuo Basho
Photosynthesis: still the most amazing idea I’ve ever tried to wrap my neurons around.
While I was volunteering in the UC Botanical Garden this morning teaching young people about ethnobotany, we were visited by not one but three different snakes. Volunteer work is making me rich.
First Alice was in Wonderland, then it was the reverse.