Windows 1, Mac 0.
A stat I’m loathe to share; being a recent convert to the light side; but while my Mac was sitting going “Oh my Dog, something’s wrong, something’s wrong… I don’t know what to DOOOOOO!!”, my laptop, after taking half the night to boot up, went “Hmmmm, something’s wrong here – would you like me to fix it?”. Didn’t take much for me to push the YES.F.PLEASE button. Some interminable time later *ping!* (fairy godmother waves wand), it was all magically fixed. At that point it struck me that Windows fixing something a Mac had been talking to might not go all that well when I plugged back in. However, all is sweet. We are now back on track. Files in their right places, Lightroom happy. Me happy.
Back to the forest.
I am on a search to learn how much we can survive without supermarkets, processed and packaged food, and the trappings of a consumerist world. So anytime someone mentions that wild plants can be eaten, I prick up my ears. Amongst many other natives, the starchy roots of these ferns can be munched when food is short in your backpack. Always check though people!
On our recent workshop in Hokianga, we had the wonderful company and guidance of a kaumatua from Rawene, who added immensely to our understanding of the history, culture and landscape, and ultimately our picture making.
I’m not one for “popped colour” but in this instance I was entranced by the fractal forms created by the emerging shoots on the ferns, but despite standing there (hmm, sans tripod), trying to get focus with the slimmest depth of field, I couldn’t adequately get the sense of what my eye was seeing any other way. Tangle ferns. Extremely apt name.
We had a discussion about what became increasingly obvious from the pictures we showed in introduction, and those that emerged during the week. Are you a tree person or are you a water person? I don’t think there’s much doubt in my case.