The closer one looks at moss the more fascinated one becomes…at least if the one is I. I can imagine a “Horton hears a who” story taking place on these tiny worlds tucked into the nooks of my dwarf apple trees.
The moss on my apple trees was catching the low angle of November’s light when I got home from walking the dogs this morning.
One of the fascinating things about texture is how it interacts with light. Locally, in winter the mosses and barks take center stage, due to the low angle of the sunlight and lack of dramatic competition. In the other seasons they are just a backdrop for the brighter foliage and flowers.
I especially like how the mosses seem to magnify light. They often seem like they are emitting it instead of catching and reflecting, sort of like the full moon.
I remain enamored with moss. It is everywhere right now. The trees don’t have leaves yet and on a grey day the occasional ray of sunlight hits the moss causing it to glow as if lit from within. This gallery for Tuesdays of Texture is a sample of the mosses I’ve seen this week, in the city and in the woods.
Every so often something totally ordinary strikes a chord. Today while driving through the woods I was struck by the way the moss on the alder trees seemed illuminated. The scene was ordinary and yet spectacular. I couldn’t find a place to stop and I got home so late that I had to use a flash to get a clear picture.