The desert outside Tucson, Arizona … once a year for about 4 to 5 days, the flowers drop by. It was good to be there this year for it all.
A crop from the original version, spines and all. We tend to carry crops of our memories with us … the beauty of a lover is a snapshot in our heads, the idea of infinity is represented by that one shocking look into the heart of the Grand Canyon, a flower crop of the colors and cacti are enough to triggle memories of the whole experience. And sometimes, a crop of an experience can be more beautiful that the whole of the real thing. This seems wrong, but it is the way of things.
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Beautiful in detail – the little growths near the spines and the pollen – marvelous!
Nice Greg, and I agree. What the eye sees at the moment is often nothing like what the lens captured. Especially after culling, cropping, and processing. The second detail is captivating.
Perhaps the crop is the bit the soul requires… love the details in the crop.