I’ve always loved ferns. I grew up in the deep green heartland of an Eastern forest. It is truly a challenge to keep these thirsty plants happy and thriving here in our semi-arid climate. I really enjoy nurturing them. They need a humid environment and filtered light. So our master bath is a perfect place for them. But even with the daily showers they need to have their leaves misted at least twice a day. I bought a beautiful little brass fern mister to use for this ritual. They are different varieties of Adiantum (Maidenhair fern), with their distinctive dark, often black stipes and rachises, and bright green, delicately lacy leaves. I’ve worked hard to photograph them evocatively. It’s been a challenge – so today I’m thinking about what exactly it is that makes me love looking at them. Here are my early attempts to capture their magic.
Such beautiful pictures, it seems to me you have not only photographed the ferns but also the overflow of their dreaming.
Beautiful shots. I love them because they remind me of beautiful old Victorian things.