Why I can't breathe
Why I can't breathe
Originally uploaded by tanaiseThe fall I spent in Italy was the first time I saw pollen so heavy that any rain would wash it into pools and streams of yellow. The first few times I saw it it was so bright and so solid looking, I assumed it was spray paint, but didn't know why anyone would graffiti ripple patterns on the sidewalk. I figured it out eventually. Those were huge pine trees, so a few weeks later, the pine nuts started falling.
Yesterday the black bench I sat on outside the bakery was tinted gold by the sheer volume of pollen no-longer in the air. After dark, when other parts of the area were apparently getting pounded by high winds, we had just enough rain to collect the pollen and decorate with it.