ill considered outdoor environments?

this is going to be much harder than I had anticipated. Somehow, in my mind they figures would be more political. First the scale is all wrong. Even lying on the ground is is not quite right. This one is probably the best, but it is out of focus (cropped from another shot...)
There is this decorative thing that seems to come out that resonates from some ancient review of my work... such good taste.. I wrangle these things from a process that is so dirty, so non-elegant No one accuses me of good taste when I am covered in slurry, smell of copper dust, and burnt wax... And my nails... ? And the skin discolorations from little burns here and there... see, It is not going very well, and immediately I am this whining female with broken nails. I wanted to stop at the mud flats in South Jersey, but the tide was wrong, the light was wrong.. and even the nastiest little bog looked elegant.
Tomorrow afternoon I will take them to the landfill nearby and see if I can do something there.

But the idea of lying in the garbage to get the right angle is a bad one... I am going to have to ask for help, someone to help me lift them and adjust them to get the right light. And what made me think I could shoot without a tripod? I am rushing this.. It should evolve at its own rate. I am projecting my needs on them and they are already out of control.. I will have to wait. My dream of them was better in the middle of the winter when bare purplish brown vines and snow, rooted leaves were everywhere.

I need the shots for a show proposal, so I will have to do a pristine thing (where you can see the piece ... and maybe I will find some place to shoot them on my way to Massachusetts. I should probably make friends with someone who has a much better camera in any case. Along flat grey rock in Maine would be nice or a lobster pool.
now this is even more decorative looking... the wisteria is quite lovely but not at all what I want... I was rushing and trying to hard to squeeze in potting geraniums for mother's day, cooking a roasted pork loin and answering the phone.

well. this is all wrong. I don't know what I was thinking. I had to start somewhere I guess, but the green is not right. Where is the toxic waste?! to evoke a conversation about something ...GOLF? Even my mom's raggy yard looks toooooo sweet. Time was running out. and there are other problems, like the scale. eh!