Mostly, I look. Look at pictures, look at things, pick things up. Remind myself about why I surround myself with certain objects. Why I go straight to them, bring them home, if I can.
I was given a piece of a hornet's nest today.
Amazing thing, and so much like my barnacled shell from Sanibel:
Not the same, not the same function, but all those visual analogies out there-it's really what I do, I think, just make analogies based on those intricacies everywhere I look.
Mushroom coral, well, obvious. This one was Dad's.
(The gills of a parasol mushroom out in the yard).
The odd fungus that popped up at the edge of the lawn after this summer's first rainstorm:
and a tree burr, if made much much smaller,
is echoed in pollen, and I could go smaller, to the point where the smallest things pictured look like the oldest, furthest, largest objects in space. In my work, I'm primarily indifferent to scale, as our minds, thankfully, tend to be.