Poke Berrie

As a kid I spent a lot of time crawling around in weeds and other vegetation, looking for grasshoppers and other insects. I remember how it seemed like I was in my own little world. The sun would shine through the leaves. I liked the shadows and light and the shapes and structure of the various plants.

I was driving along a farm road in Indiana. The corn was tall and beautiful. I noticed at the end of one row some interesting growth – I was told later on that it was poke berries. There were little black berries hiding behind the stalks and leaves. I climbed back into them and found the same magic I felt as a child. Here is my interpretation. I hope you like it.