Linda Grashoff's Photography Adventures


Palm Leaves in Myakka River State Park 2

February 15, 2018

Palm Leaves in Myakka River State Park 1

February 14, 2018

This sabal palm leaf was floating in the water of Clay Gully, a tributary of the Myakka River. A polarizing filter on the camera lens and a little tweaking with Color Efex Pro in processing darkened the water and added to the leaf’s glow, which was substantial enough in the first place to draw attention.

Palm Leaves in Jelks Preserve 2

February 13, 2018

Palm Leaves in Jelks Preserve 1

February 12, 2018

Palm Leaves in Sleeping Turtles Preserve North 4

February 11, 2018

Of course, palm leaves can still be beautiful on the tree, especially when pierced by Florida sunshine.

Palm Leaves in Sleeping Turtles Preserve North 2

February 9, 2018

Lichen? Moss? Algae? Bacterium? What touched this dying palm leafstalk with turquoise?

Palm Leaves in Sleeping Turtles Preserve North 1

February 8, 2018

There may not be anything that senesces as beautifully as palm leaves. As they lose their life, they acquire a sinuousness that they did not have on the tree. And before they become crumbly, some almost glow. Here’s the first of four photographs of palm leaves I took at Sleeping Turtles recently.


Sleeping Turtles Preserve North, with Nurse Log

February 7, 2018

Another marshy area of the park sported this little nurse log, which supports a variety of new plant life. The Pacific Northwest is, I hear tell, known for major nurse-log activity. Lynn Wohlers (bluebrightly) photographed what she calls a “nursery stump” in that area recently (scroll down to the fifth photo in her blog post). “Nurse” and “nursery” appear to be interchangeable terms in descriptions of this phenomenon.

Sleeping Turtles Preserve North, with Bog Lily

February 6, 2018

Sleeping Turtles Preserve North is part of the Sarasota (Florida) County park system. Bordered by the Myakka River, it is resplendent with huge live oaks that host thousands of bromeliads, including Spanish moss. What makes this park different from other parks in the county that I have visited are the many marshy spots. This park is where I saw my first bog lily—and nearly slipped into the muck while photographing it. I was a bit more careful a couple of weeks ago when I came across another.

I have a strange confession to make concerning the blog post called GBH in SLP. On that post I intimated (because for some reason I have thought of George Bernard Shaw whenever I heard “GBH”) that “GBH” was how people referred to George Bernard Shaw. It isn’t! Obviously (even to me, now), George Bernard Shaw is “GBS”! I’m sorry if I confused any of you in my own confusion. I have no idea how that erroneous thought got lodged in my head. Thank my dear husband for setting me straight.

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