Eco Collograph: Young Blueberry Shoots on Watercolour Paper
“Why there hasn’t been time for the bushes to grow.
That’s always the way with the blueberries, though:
There may not have been the ghost of a sign
Of them anywhere under the shade of the pine,
But get the pine out of the way, you may burn
The pasture all over until not a fern
Or grass-blade is left, not to mention a stick,
And presto, they’re up all around you as thick
And hard to explain as a conjuror’s trick.”
Robert Frost: Blueberries
P S The poem isn’t really about blueberries. Or magic. It’s about acidity versus alkalinity.
Sort of.
Poetic Mapping: Walking Into Art 
Ann, these are outrageously glorious!
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I can agree without seeming vain because all I’ve done is introduce the ‘elements’ to each other! I’m having such a good time with this process. I feel like an alchemist, witch, goddess (well, not quite that) and wild child of nature.
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