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 .