as many things in my life, oddly enough, do, this started with a letter. or maybe it’s not oddly enough, considering that i write a lot of letters. i’ve been a compulsive flower-presser for years now, but i recently sent a letter to a crush and wanted to send along something i’d picked up just for them, so none of my pressed flowers would do. on my walk that morning, i found myself stopping every meter or two to pick up the prettiest and most interesting looking leaves i could find. i took them home and chose the best to send with this letter. “do they not have leaves where they are?” of course they do. we aren’t even far enough apart that their leaves are probably very different from my leaves, though i don’t know that with certainty as i’ve never been to their town. but something about it felt very necessary.
when pressing flowers, it seems to me random which end up retaining their colors and which don’t, but I haven’t bothered to document it. this has given me fresh eyes, though the hobby is functionally the same. i am absolutely fascinated by the process of pressing a leaf and the aging which occurs. i think this would be more difficult to document with flowers, as their three-dimensional nature hinders the one-to-one comparison achieved by scanning the fresh leaves and the aged leaves. maybe i will be able to find a satisfactory method for flowers as well. perhaps the answer is simply to take photos of them against a white wall, but i digress.
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