Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
I spent 2011 taking a photo a day of my surroundings and experiences and created a visual biography of that year. I have a number of photos that I put into the class of “looking down”. I took a few photographs of the wild grasses in the Bakersfield, California fields where I lived. For much of the year they look like this, flaxen and fluid.
But in the summer, Bakersfield is a hot and dry place, and its wild grasses become dry and brittle.
I was lucky to catch the image below during the spring after a nourishing rain. It is one of the most exquisite sights I’d seen, a field of fresh green, gold and purple grasses, a joy to behold.
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