Dandelion

 

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Dandelions have long been regarded as pests. I’m captivated by them and would rather a field of dandelions than have the Gardener  come and mow them. I’ve been working on this portfolio for a couple of years and while researching discovered a poem

Deep in the blue sky,

‘like pebbles at the bottom of the sea ,

lie the stars invisible in daylight,

until night comes ,

You can’t see them , but they are still there .

Unseen things are still there

The withered , seedless dandelion,

hidden in the cracks of the roof tile

wait silently for spring,

their strong roots unseen,

you can’t see them , but they are still there ,

Unseen things are still there.   -Misuzu Kaneko

 

The poem unifies the photos , the shadows and darkness and out of focus suggest that unseen things are still there .

 

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A Photo a Week: Dusk

I took these last Friday. I had been wanting to capture the full moon at dusk for a while though I think the crescent moon is far more mesmerising . There’s something pretty spectacular about brightly lit objects at dusk .

 

 

The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
Tahereh Mafi 

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