Monday, October 12, 2009


A drive up the road to a nearby farm.

The withered sunflowers caught my eye.

They reminded me of one of my favorite wood engravings:
Death Among the Thistles by Leonard Baskin.


BrianJ said...

I just happened to come across your blog. I like that you find joy in the simple things. My favorite pictures are of the shadows. Great job!

holly aka golly said...

Welcome Brian! So glad you found me. I hope you will visit again!

Laura said...

oh my- the sunflowers are the saddest when their brief sun worshipping is over. thank you for sharing the link to the wood engraving- it certainly is quite evocative and beautiful -and the name- how remarkable. thistles are one of my favorites- such a fierce and invincible flower.

Poet Lady said...

Reminds me of the "Sunflower Sutra" by Allen Ginsberg:

"...and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset, crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye—
corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face, soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays obliterated on its hairy head like a dried wire spiderweb,
leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear,
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!"

Kendra Zvonik said...

Beautiful images, Holly.
Great comments too- love the poem. Your photos evoke poetic thoughts and inspire us all.
Thank you :)

cindy shake said...

Looks like perfect images to be hand tinted photographs.

caroline/oh chalet! said...

what gorgeous photos!

holly aka golly said...

Thank you all for stopping by! What a treat!

Harnett-Hargrove said...

I do love the entire cycle of the majestic sunflowers... -Jayne