Can't help myself.

"Beauty is a fragile gift." -Ovid

 

I can't help it. I just can't help myself. Every time I take my dad and little man out walking I notice this dried up plant, and it calls to me. I didn't notice it when it was pretty and green. I think it must be prettier this way because it didn't catch my eye before, but now it demands my attention every time we pass by. I had to stop and capture it one more time.

Done