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 .