Nasty thing

 

Funny how nasty is all in how you define it… back in the day, when I lived in upstate New York, I planted nasturtiums in the garden, loved and watered them and weeded out those things that might have interfered with them. My youngest child, a keen gardener almost from the womb, was especially fond of them as they are completely edible and the summer salads of her early years were adorned with all shades of nasties (it was a big word for a two year old!)

Flash forward a couple of decades and a shift to a new world and here they are rampant weeds, everywhere. People hate them. Loathe them. Curse them. I know I should, too. But I just can’t. Too many happy memories wrapped up in them…

Nasturtium

My second attempt during the pinhole workshop. I didn’t realise I had a light leak. A real disappointment after a 15 minute exposure. Sigh… it came out more as a relief than a proper image. I may play with the relief idea later, but at the time I set my can into a nasturtium forest, with the sky as the sky. And with one perfect nasturtium at the centre. So this is more of what I had in mind… and since it’s all in my mind, it’s what I got in the end.

Not really a good example of pinhole photography, I know. There is more… patience. Or something.