Extinction: Landscape by Stella, Story by Marianne

Landscape by Stella K

That’s not really the title of the photograph, but Stella agreed to send self a copy of the photo, so that she could feature it on this blog.

And here’s a story from self’s collection Mayor of the Roses:


They knew about shade but they had forgotten about the particular shadows made by leaves and branches.  I felt it was important to expand their knowledge in this direction.  They were disbelieving when I told them about tree roots, how they snake across the soil, looking for water.  Perhaps they confused my descriptions of roots with some malignant form of animal life.  Their eyes, still and dark, like pools, gazed out at me, expressionless.

A long time ago, the people of P had put their history down on the bark of trees.  They had used leaves as books, and reeds as pens to scratch their flowing script.  Since the trees have expired, these people have lost their history.

I thought I felt nothing for the place but later, when I was back home, I missed certain things:  the dry soil, the blank, expressionless faces of the people.  And I made a list.  A list of remembered things.  I put the list away in a safe place.

About Stella:  Self first met Stella through the kind auspices of Dear Departed Doreen Fernandez.  Stella’s picture of self is the one on the back cover of Mayor of the Roses.  Here are some things about Stella that self only discovered today, when she read the “About” section of Stella’s blog:

  • She only has one good eye.  (reminiscent of the photographer who took those iconic nude shots of Marilyn Monroe, two days before her suicide.  Self knows because his photographs of Marilyn were featured in a recent issue of Vanity Fair.  Self forgets his name.  Lawrence something?)
  • She shoots with a Hasselblad (This self knew)
  • Someone in Senegal once mistook her for Jackie Chan.
  • She writes.  Evocatively.
  • She once had a bit part in a Philippine horror film.
  • She is on a vegan health-food kick and so far self has proved immune to her example because, just 15 minutes ago, self scarfed down five caramel salt macarons from fave Redwood City bakery, Pampelmousse.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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