Entranced by the colours of these warm ‘cattails’ … or ‘bull-rushes’ as we called them when I grew up. I still remember vividly the effect my childish hoarding of the fall rushes in my father’s shed had one warm day in spring when they all burst back to life and filled the shed and all that my father stored within it with the micro seeds and fluff they contain. These? These are frozen like ‘pogo-sticks’ or what we called corndogs back out West. I totally fell in love with their contrast against the sunless sky ….
Really enjoying this series!
Thank you, Kathryn. I’ve really enjoyed shooting and distilling it as well. A few more to come still ….
These are great Dale! Yep! Frozen pogos! 😉
Perfect for foodies who still want to be kids …