Grass of Parnassus on Film

 

The Photograph

 

On the Cedar River, Bellaire, Michigan

 
 

The Story

This little flower clings to my heart, growing more dear to me year after year, taking hold as it does on the fallen cedars near the river's edge. It is seemly fragile in form and precarious from it's perch, yet always it finds a way to bloom. Each and every late summer it pulls me towards the streambank, and there we discover each other again. Tiny happy stars bobbing from tuffs of grass and moss, adding to the magic of the glimmer waters below. I love you Grass of Parnassus, with all my heart.