The reason why I love photography in the first place isn't because it can capture all the threads in clothes. It's because I love nature. Seems like such a bygone and overlooked notion right now- almost primal. My range of emotions has been dangling below average these past couple of days slash mainly yesterday, so I let my mind drift off today without trying to halt and rein it in kicking & screaming.
It worked wonders.
And
even though it remained gloomy out all day, I had the urge to take
pictures. So I took pictures. I refused to let the ugliness outside leak
in, but I wasn't going to ignore it either and just focus on silk
petals and woodland creatures, which is why the above photo exists.
And why 159 others do too.
And why 159 others do too.
