This posting says, "thank you Ava." She leaves kindly comments expressing her appreciation for my flower photographs. The fact that Ava works in the flower business means a lot and encourages me to reach deeper and more often into the botanical archive. Bless you, my Dear. This lovely specimen is Miami Mist (Phacelia purshii) one of two Phacelias with fringed petals. It blooms in mid Spring and prefers moist woods in Tennessee and Kentucky. I've seen it on one day only; however, that special day it appeared in numerous locations in Jackson County. At one spot by the Roaring River it formed a display that looked like lavender-tinged snow.
Day 1: Only a backroads addict could proclaim, with a straight face, that driving in mud all day, winding thru the national forest in storms and steady drizzle, was beautiful and exhilarating. It was, and I so proclaim.
Day 2: Opened chilly and calm under dramatic sky, the backwash from yesterday's turbulent front. H-man Slim assumed all navigation and map management responsibilities directing the expedition confidently southeast from Athens, by way of state roads 30/39, thru Englewood then right on an unmarked track near the Monroe County line. Early light seeped thru fissures in the loosening cloud cover sending shafts of gold from cloud to ridge to farm to fence and back again. "The Signature Shot!" I blurted surprising myself. While easing the truck across a narrow shoulder sinking my right side Goodyear Wranglers into an unsuspecting ditch.
Heavy rail collides with the chords of modern mass communication. Coded messages ripple at the speed of light. Where's the disco ball. Already my position on the earth has been targeted to within a third of a foot, or less. Is there a threshold of safety. I edge closer. My follicles tingle. Recalling the rapture experienced before the gilded statue of Goddess Athena in the Parthenon nearly twenty five hundred years ago.