genevievelaurin
Minuscule mountains
“It was a bright and clear Macro Monday morning… Along the horizon, the sharp peaks of the Pruning Saw stood crystal-clear in the distance. Before them, the serrated teeth of the Bread Knife undulated like bright steely waves. Behind them, the impressive summits of the Hacksaw glistened in the distance. As I gazed upon them with awe, I reflected that I would much rather photograph these peaks than push and pull the tools for which they were named as my ancestors laboriously did all day…”
My entry for Macro Monday, on August 17, 2020 (PushPull). Couldn’t resist a bit of poetic license for the description, hope you don’t mind!
Minuscule mountains
“It was a bright and clear Macro Monday morning… Along the horizon, the sharp peaks of the Pruning Saw stood crystal-clear in the distance. Before them, the serrated teeth of the Bread Knife undulated like bright steely waves. Behind them, the impressive summits of the Hacksaw glistened in the distance. As I gazed upon them with awe, I reflected that I would much rather photograph these peaks than push and pull the tools for which they were named as my ancestors laboriously did all day…”
My entry for Macro Monday, on August 17, 2020 (PushPull). Couldn’t resist a bit of poetic license for the description, hope you don’t mind!