Pardon the lack of a photograph, but this is being posted in a hurry, on lunch break.
I'm working on a "project" of sorts, but it just slowly coming into focus, so I don't know how to describe it, and I certainly don't know where it will take me.
For the past few years I have been noticing the wild fennel here in the bay area. It tends to grow in vacant lots, places where the ground has been used for something else.
(These vacant lots are the urban equivalent to we used to call no-mans-land when I was a child living in the country-- fallow places where there is seemingly nothing but potential. Maybe that's why I liked them so much: they are forlorn but resounding with hope.)
In my project area (which I call "You are Here!") there are these wonderful young fennel plants. Right now, due to the wet spring, they are healthy and of the most beautiful watery green color.
But the amazing thing is that you can smell them, with their spicy anise/licorice scent, before you see them. Marvelous.