In a Dark Time … The Eye Begins to See

I still remember my dad getting mad when I’d pick these and blow tiny parachutes all over the yard.

Now that I have to weed the garden myself, I admire them through the camera lens.

It comforts me to know I still haven’t outgrown all my childhood joys.

Loren

Comments

Just look at the geometry in that flower!

kenju — 12:18 am October 23, 2005

i know! till there are kids, this weed will always flourish

neha — 12:43 am October 25, 2005