Saw this walking to my car one afternoon a few weeks ago. The sun hitting the one flower looks like it is flat against the wall. Like someone drew the image in place. I walked past this wall yesterday and the dandelion was gone. This exercise I'm doing of taking pictures in my life has made me much more in touch with my surroundings. I grieved quickly and quietly for the loss of this flower. Living is about the temporariness of things, as much of a reason to keep this blog as anything, to capture moments that quickly disappear.
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