Sunday, July 20, 2014

Every Bunny We Saw Today

Silkworm and I are starting a new project series on Zauberbear called "Every Thing We Saw Today", in which we will spend one day per project photographing a specific thing, such as flags or heart-shaped things. It's kind of like a scavenger hunt, and even more like making an abstract constellation out of a day.

A couple days ago, I was outside crocheting under the maple tree in our backyard when all of a sudden I looked up to see a bunny standing no more than four feet from me. It seemed completely nonchalant, or oblivious, to the fact that a human was sitting so close. But we stared right at each other, and then it hopped away in no rush at all.

That bunny wasn't the only bunny we've seen, lately. They've been frolicking everywhere, especially when we go out on our morning bike rides. So for our first Every Thing We Saw Today challenge, we went on a special bike ride an hour before sunset and spent it photographing every bun we saw on our new favorite bike route. The first few photographs are also extra buns from the flower field we went to check out after a lady selling flowers at the farmer's market invited us to come see it.

One bun...
Two buns, three buns...
Baby bun! (Three and half buns...kidding, four buns!)
Secret bun meeting in the flower fields to discuss human control! (Five, six, seven buns...)
Eight buns...
Deer count as buns, right?
Nine buns...
Ten buns...
Find the bun! (Eleven buns...)
Twelve buns...
Thirteen buns, fourteen buns...
Fifteen buns, sixteen buns...
Seventeen buns...
Eighteen buns...
Nineteen buns!
Deer!

We're thinking of going back to this street for sunset bike rides every evening, now.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Nineteen: Week 5


I'm documenting being 19 years old with a 365 photo project--one photo for everyday of my twentieth year. Click here to find out more.

Day 28
July 11, 2014


Day 29
July 12, 2014


Day 30
July 13, 2014


Day 31
July 14, 2014


Day 32
July 15, 2014


Day 33
July 16, 2014


Day 34
July 17, 2014


I missed half of this week's photos and had to make up for them on the last day of the week (I think that's my new flexible rule).

I'm worried this 365 is going to bum me out eventually. I like the idea of pushing myself to shoot everyday and finding time because I'm a dedicated and passionate photographer and it makes me feel validated, but I'm thinking it might be healthier to let inspiration crash into me whenever it pleases, rather than speeding around throwing myself at sparks. I don't want to burn out for sparks, I want to burn in a wildfire.

I'll keep it up and see how it goes.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Chuckberry Butterflies



There were little taps on the window, like beetles hitting the glass. When we popped out of bed to see what was going on, our eyes strained to figure out what those orange specks in the woods behind our house were, and soon delighted at the sight of a kaleidoscope of Painted Chuckberry butterflies dancing through the trees. We raced outside.

Chuckberries appear no different than Monarchs, camouflaging into the human realm without fear of being noticed as anything other than an ordinary insect, but the one biggest recognizable difference, thankfully only recognizable to Believers, is the sparkling trails they leave behind as they flutter through the air. Upon closer inspection and observation of their magic, one would also discover their wish-granting antennae and thus their ability to bring dead flowers back to life with the touch of an antenna. But, to any passer-by happening to gaze at the woods, this swarm was no more extraordinary than a migrating flock of Monarchs.

Once Silkworm and I were standing over a group of butterflies, watching them frolic along the grass, we used the same shrinking spell on our bodies that we use to miniaturize ourselves for when we go sailing in our nut boats, although this time we used equal ratios so Silkworm's body wouldn't add much to our passenger weight--and then we asked for a ride, a request which was graciously fulfilled by a butterfly named Thurman. The three of us discussed the series of mistakes that ultimately tossed the Chuckberries into the human realm, and the fact that they did not need any help because they were already on their way to a portal they knew of, a tear in the veil between the magic realm and the human realm that they could pass through to return home. So instead of talking about problems that were already solved, we digressed to gossiping about the magic realm. I shouldn't share any of the rumors, but they were rather incredible.

We stayed on Thurman's back for a while, a while which felt like hours but probably only added up to less than one. Finally, he dropped us off in a town miles from ours, and so he helped us get home by granting our simple wish to be there. We didn't dare ask for any other wishes, as we found it disrespectful and we'd already had more than enough wishes granted for one day, anyway.

If we have to go our whole lives without being able to say we rode a dragon, a Painted Chuckberry butterfly is more than satisfying.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

An Ode to the Clouds

Clouds are strange places few people have been
Aloof in the sky, most whipped very thin,
And even if luck never takes you to them,
You'll find, upon staring, each silvery hem--
Close, you must stare, and you must squint your eyes,
But every cloud has one, in novel disguise.





Sunday, July 13, 2014

Canning



We were out sailing in our walnut boat in a marvelous puddle on a brilliant day, when suddenly we were plucked from the nutshell and hastily jarred before we even got to look up to see what the shadow that had loomed over our boat originated from. Later, we'd find out that pickled miniature humans--specifically miniature, because horned vulbores are about as tall as an average-sized human--are a delicacy in the foodie culture of horned vulbores. Silkworm only ended up in the jar with me because a horned vulbore has the biggest bumbling fingers.

Thankfully, Raaisel appeared to save the day before things got out of hand. The rescue consisted of a doomful threat to the horned vulbore that had him dropping the jar and stomping off into the woods quick, us tumbling around in the jar before it hit the ground and broke open, and Raaisel swooping away as soon as he recognized we looked nothing short of fine and dandy, even sitting on the ground surrounded by broken glass. We're not sure if that's what a typical rescue looks like or if he had something else on his agenda, but we were a little sad we didn't get to say hello.