Its been very wet and rainy here these past few days, making it difficult to find nice lighting. It is just yucky out. Typical mid-spring weather—EXCEPT—it is actually supposed to be early summer here, by calendar. All part of living in the NW corner of Pennyslvania. Still, it seems, there is always something to photograph if you keep your eyes open to suggestion.
One of the plants I am always fascinated with, and which generally grow with abundance in wooded areas, are ferns. They are one of the most attractive groups of plants in a forest, at least to my eye. Growing in clusters and with a slight breeze, they “wave” in unison, seemingly to beckon you further into the woods. Closer examination yields a plant with great symmetry and order. Nice lines, repetitive and orderly leafing.
Predictability is sometimes synonymous with mundane and boring–but not for me. There is comfort in pattern, comfort in knowing what is going to first, next, and last. I am no longer at a stage in my life where I need excitement (well, perhaps once in awhile)–but prefer to have, instead, a routine. Some sameness. A lessening of chaos. Its funny to me because, after I posted this picture and began writing, I realized that I have fern pictures and patterns in various places for decor around my home. Subconscious symbols of peace for me.
And it is Friday, time for me to shut down for a bit, after a very chaotic week.
‘Nite all. I hope you find your own forest of ferns this weekend.