I wanted to capture the fragile, other-wordly beauty of some quite tiny blue flowers that appeared, self-seeded, in the cracks of my patio in the late summer. For over a month, this tiny plant produced 2 to 3 flowers each morning….only for the petals to scatter to the winds by lunchtime, every time. Yet, rather than be sad, I was only struck by how this quality of “here one minute, gone the next” was part of their especial beauty; affording them a quality of bridging realities and somehow being in both at the same time.
October 2nd, 2019
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