A Weed by any other name…

Lush and oh, so green — that’s Kentucky in the spring.  Come August and it’s a very different story.  After a dry August, it’s a crisp, brown wasteland.  As I was walking my dogs, brown grass crunching with each step, I noticed mixed in with the drab landscape, tiny bits of color.  Weeds.  Even with the heat and lack of water, weeds were blooming.  I thought it would be fun to capture some shots of weeds in a different perspective.  Capture them as “color”, not as an obnoxious plant needing to be hoed out.  Ironweed, Queen Anne’s Lace and even the ever so obnoxious thistle — a bit of beauty on the parched landscape.


  1. I just love these images! What is the last one in the first row? I took a picture of (I think) the same flower but wasn’t sure what it was…”Weeds” are beautiful.

  2. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” And you have a wonderful eye, Constance! I’ve always felt wildflowers were under appreciated,.. . As I rode my bile through “Southern Rural Vistas” every third weekend of April for 18 yrs, from Tallahassee, FL to Albany, GA on beautiful scenic back roads, 100 miles up and 100 back the next day. We’d ride past blankets of yellow, violet and white, through apple and pecan orchards on those rolling hills. Wish I’d taken time to take more photographs, but then I’d never have completed the event. 😉 You have inspired me to break out my macro and “get close up”! Lovely images!

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