I found a dried spiny flower. It hung limp and yellow-brown. A shell of what once held color.
The sun was illuminating its spines, helping it to decay back into the earth. Behind it, the lure of shadowed light values.
When we get real close to these things, we can see those little worlds.
They swirl about us. Under our feet. Over our heads, waiting to be discovered.
Today, I will not rush.
It’s too easy to run headlong into the fray of need and want.
And too much of anything creates the perception of redundancy and failure.
All the while, we hold these precious worlds in our hands.
lensbaby/tube extension – one frame – Polar Coordinate/color shift/blending in Photoshop Elements/Topaz
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 