Notes from the Alt-Verse*
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*The alt-verse where plants became sentient instead of people, but everything else remained the same. |
Notes from the Alt-Verse*
Is NOTES FROM THE ALT-VERSE* the book version of a silent movie where all the stars are flowers?
Or is it Alice in Wonderland where all the characters are plants? Or maybe it’s a floricultural “The Far Side meets Humans of New York”? The answer to all the above is yes. But, just as dissecting a butterfly fails to fully explain a butterfly, NOTES FROM THE ALT-VERSE* is more than a sum of these parts. Using bizarre macro photographs of perfectly normal plants, it takes the reader on an extraordinary adventure through our very ordinary world, connecting with those of us who are exhausted and over-stressed during this time of uncivil words and bad news. |
The story follows The Ordinary Girl as she wanders off the beaten path to meet the alt-verse (where plants became sentient instead of people, but everything else remained the same) where it lives—in our back yards, our gardens, our scrubby roadside verges, and wild places everywhere. She learns important seasonal lessons while dancing with the Leviathan of Spring at The Wild Flower Rumpus, whispering late night secrets to the Ghosts of Summer, and helping to avert a crisis for Phenologia, Queen of the Seasons before The Autumnal Masked Wild Flower Ball.
The whimsical narrative acts as a literary and visual tonic that helps readers see the world anew and commit to the radical act of paying attention. It will be appreciated by photographers, by nature lovers, and during this time where the angriest people have the loudest megaphones, by everyone who is wanting to walk a little gentler and to look a little deeper— at weedy meadows gone to seed and wilted flowers in the cracks of sidewalks and scraggly potted plants in roof top gardens—to find the small graces in the achingly beautiful world hidden in plain view all around us.
The whimsical narrative acts as a literary and visual tonic that helps readers see the world anew and commit to the radical act of paying attention. It will be appreciated by photographers, by nature lovers, and during this time where the angriest people have the loudest megaphones, by everyone who is wanting to walk a little gentler and to look a little deeper— at weedy meadows gone to seed and wilted flowers in the cracks of sidewalks and scraggly potted plants in roof top gardens—to find the small graces in the achingly beautiful world hidden in plain view all around us.