Dried grass and weeds, William O'Brien Park (click to enlarge)
Tussock Grass, South Island, New Zealand (click to enlarge)
There's something beautifully soothing about dried grasses, or - like the New Zealand tussock grass - grass that's golden brown in its live state, with an small admixture of green to provide chlorophyll for photosynthesis.
The Landscapist wrote a couple of days ago "Do we really need an additional accumulation of pretty landscape pictures? Does that never-ending accumulation of pretty pictures desensitize us to the pictures that we really need - pictures that attempt to connect us to the real, not the fanciful? Pictures that require us to think rather than those that lull us to sleep (so that we can dream The Dream)?"
Are these merely pretty pictures? In what way are they disconnected from the real? They're soothing, but do they put us to sleep?