In the interior of the Pacific Northwest of the United States, the buttercup is called “Coyote’s eyes”. In the legend, Coyote was tossing his eyes up in the air and catching them again when Eagle snatched them. Unable to see, Coyote made eyes from the buttercup–Wikipedia
this photo is from the Northern Neck of Virginia, near Slabtown. I didn’t plant any of this grass. The grassed area had been in a soybean/corn rotation for the past 30 years (at least). A contractor in the neighborhood likes to say that grass “just happens”. The grass visible in this photo volunteers in late fall, after the Panicum dichotomiflorum stops growing. I wish this grass was year round… What is it?
Saw Hondros, a movie about photojournalist Chris Hondros. Highly recommend. Chris was a conflict photographer, he followed the story, went to troubled places, the hells of earth. I favor the exact opposite kind of place.
