I wish I had taken a picture of the purple cauliflower.
Some images are as indelible in my mind as they would be had they been photographed and printed for me to look at daily, but I have to rely on words to describe them and cannot otherwise convey those images to anyone else.
Sometimes the wonder of an image comes in its defiance of expectations, as it did with the deep-purple cauliflower served every night during our last family trip with Jim.
I had never seen or even imagined greens (in their incarnation as a vegetable side dish)–or nearly anything else in nature–of such a pure, deep violet hue. Purple cauliflower on the equator: that alone might have been enough of a wonder for me.
Sometimes an image’s impact lies in an unusual vantage point, or its seeming variability from viewing to viewing: one may not be able to tell where it was taken, or even what it is; it may look like one thing at a glance but look like something else entirely when viewed a second or subsequent time.
And sometimes an image is a bit of a puzzle.
Feel free to leave guesses on exactly what or where I spied in the photographs above in the comments section. Extra bonus points for anyone who can identify the site of the self-portrait. (And I know who will not rest until identifying all of them.)
(c) 2012 Stephanie M. Glennon