Autumn light, Grandmother Land

Weeds in the early autumn Sun, on the Grandmother Land, High Falls, New York. Photo by Eric.

7 thoughts on “Autumn light, Grandmother Land”

  1. http://www.legacy.com/RecordOnline/Obituaries.asp?Page=Lifestory&PersonId=137403260

    Amanda, the day you were looking for that wild grass was the day we visited Dietrich Werner. He’s the guy who took us down to the Widow Jane Mine. I hadn’t seen him for years…he died on Dec. 15. I am really happy we went that day and that I got him to take us down to the mine.

    Scroll down for a picture of him. This is from the abandoned mines discussion forum.

    http://forums.abandonedmines.net/viewtopic.php?p=7493&sid=c2900083dee1f0e05fd9c7bad3452ef9

  2. no aspersions received, that quote always pops in my head whenever weeds are mentioned because a friend of mine always quotes it. sorta looks like little blue stem but not as red, anyone know what it is?

  3. “What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.”
    – Ralph Waldo Emerson

    I don’t know the exact quote, but it is something like that.
    John K

  4. ahhh — my favorite wild grass. it’s the kind i was looking for to pick that day in november. i have a bunch still that i used in my dad’s dia de los muertos shrine.

    such a friendly, soft grass… such lovely light in this photo…

    — amanda

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