Lonely Tree
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Tree that thrives in sand...
It is not in Sahara, but sand is everywhere, so it is called Sandbanks... ;) Lots of plants can survive in sand, surprisingly some trees can either… Walking on the sand dune was not easy, same as wetland. Curious how huge sandbanks are formed in those area... ;))
Another new addition to my garden, a Coreopsis that provides some vibrant colour and interest to an area that looked amazing throughout June, but was looking a bit tired by July.
Another result of my recent playing around with colour (& water) - a red feather caught in my euphorbia trigona (African Milk Tree) and then sprayed with water. Red represents vitality, the life force, physical energy and strength, passion, power and courage. If you encounter a red feather, it may be a sign that you are becoming stronger, or getting your strength back after a health issue. Here's hoping.....
Tentatively Snapping Bonnet | Mycena vitilis | Mycenaceae
Explored on 24th October 2020 #434
Samsung NX1 & Helios 44-2 58mm f/2
10mm Macro Tube | f/4 | Manual Focus | Available Light | Handheld
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{Queenz} Vitality - FATPACK
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*Heart Monogram Bag - Azure
*Queen Diamond Set - Choker I & II, Earrings & Crown rotating version
>Foxy - Bunny Hair
>Xxxtasi - MARA Bento Nails
>MILA
Following my previous post this picture continues along my line of trying to push the strict tenants of the New Topographics movement to maintain objectivity, but add vitality.
And just douse it with natural color.
A deliberately planned photo made to appear casually executed.
حرفی به من بزن!
آیا کسی که مهربانی یک جسم زنده را به تو می بخشد،جز درک حس زنده بودن از تو چه می خواهد؟
فروغ فرخزاد
Beauty demands recognition; it's the kind of justice it requires in its hushed state of being. It is this recognition that becomes the force which perpetuates it.
Nevertheless, beauty is never wasted.