People always ask about #grass_stalkers.
It started in 2014. Awesome fellow rural mum Jo (@jophess72 on Instagram) and I were (still are!) part of a wonderfully supportive community participating in the #fmsphotoaday and @its_my_week challenges.
It became somewhat of a running joke that no matter what the prompt, Jo and I would end up sharing some sort of picture where the subject matter was grass.
I think grass is such a fabulous subject to practice photography on. It carries the light in a way that other plants don’t. It’s fine and delicate and tests your focusing. It makes you pay acute attention to depth. Plus, it adds so much to foregrounds and backgrounds without pulling focus. Peta's (@elevenandthemoon) photo above demonstrates this beautifully.
Jo and I started sharing our grassy shots under the hashtag and asked our friends to do the same. We take it in turns to feature our favourites when we get the chance. The gallery has just over 3.5k images in it now. I always love a look through it for inspiration and to feel the calm it evokes.
It's even been suggested to me that an actual real live printed #grass_stalkers exhibition might be possible in the future. This is something I’d love to curate. So please keep sharing! Jo and I both thank you so much for all the participation so far.
I'll leave you with one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read about grass. I stumbled across it one day and am so happy to share it here with these images. Written in 1872 - clearly grass is always on trend.
"Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish but grass is immortal. Beleaguered by the sullen hosts of winter, it withdraws into the impregnable fortress of its subterranean vitality, and emerges upon the first solicitation of the spring. Sown by the winds, by wandering birds, propagated by the subtle horticulture of the elements which are its ministers and servants, it softens the rude outline of the world. Its tenacious fibres hold the earth in its place and prevent its soluble components from washing into the wasting sea. It invades the solitude of the deserts, climbs the inaccessible slopes and forbidding pinnacles of mountains, modifies climates, and determines the history, character and destiny of nations.
Unobtrusive and patient, it has immortal vigour and aggression. Banished from the thoroughfare and the field it bides it’s time to return and when vigilance is relaxed, or the dynasty has perished, it silently resumes the throne from which it has been expelled, but which it never abdicates. It bears no blazonry of bloom to charm the sense with, fragrance or splendour, but its homely hue is more enchanting than the lily or the rose. It yields no fruit in earth or air, and yet, should its harvest fail for a single year, famine would depopulate the world."
- John James Ingalls
'Bluegrass', Kansas Magazine, 1872
Enjoy these images. Just SOME of my favourites from the gallery. Go find more here...
Love Em xx