blackshadows, midtoneshigh and lightswhite (cattails)
Several days ago I found myself explaining (or attempting to explain) to Oliver Fern how all of the information contained inside of a histogram on a camera-back can be interpreted visually which I suppose isn’t quite romantic as the analog of anything if his raised eyebrows and crinkled nose were any indication. When I saw this frame from a walkabout last week, I wondered. Is it a histogram? I’ve never relied upon them with much regularity, inside of the camera. Histograms, I mean. Not cattails.
This was in the Arboretum below our neighborhood, last Tuesday. Or was it Thursday? Since the shelter-in-place began for Seattle, the boys and I have tried to come down here several times a week, for fresh air and exercise. One of the themes last week might have been all the skunk cabbage. Away from the main paths, a little creek twists and turns on itself, fallen-tree footbridges provide excellent opportunities for observing the unfurling of this aromatic perennial plant, up close. When I say aromatic, several times the smell was so powerfully pungent, I looked about for someone smoking a cigar! But we rubbed the cabbage between our fingers like Grandma dared us and found it didn’t super-stink like we thought it might. At the edge of water lilies and reeds, a Canadian goose eyed me with suspicion and grave reproach as I captured this frame.