But how does it feel?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about textures. A few months ago I re-picked up a bit of crocheting – nothing fabulously impressive, but something to keep my fingers busy. Having a few more dollars in my wallet than when I crocheted during college, I’ve been able to be a bit pickier about just which yarns I want to have in my fingers for hours and hours. Each one, though, is primarily chosen for how it feels.

This has been pushing me to really think about texture in my photography as well. Are there photos that have a sense of kinetic feel to them, despite being a visual art form? I’d argue yes, absolutely.

Some conjure the chill of early morning dews, clinging to the grasses, each strand woven in with those around it. The sight translates to my fingers, feeling the errant blade graze the back of my hand as I reach to catch that one drop of dew on my finger.

Others shoot directly from my hand to my taste buds, the ripe sweetness of strawberries, the peppery crunch of a radish, the tart rush of black raspberries – I can feel that texture on my tongue.

And then there’s those trickier to classify but unforgettable fungi and lichens. I’m more than a little proud to say that these have quickly caught my youngest’s eye, fingers and imagination (I think she gets it from me). The delicate riffling, the fuzzy greens, the slime you can still feel if you rub your fingers together.