Friday, May 7, 2010
I finally got a new camera because my other one broke 6 months ago. So, I found some withering daffodils to capture. I liked this one the best. She looks like she has a head of hair. And can you see her snout? Nature constantly reminds me how much dying is a part of life. I'm not fascinated so much by the permanence of death but rather the cycle. In order for me to have become who I am now, layers of my old self have withered away or have taken on a different form. The part that remains today is partly memory grown together with new growth. Just like this flower. I remember it in the prime of its beauty. Her face held high towards the sun soaking in all the pleasures of the day. She was happy. Next year she will be back again only stronger.
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