I love the way you have captured an embrace of life; the old and the new completing a circle. Makes me think of these lines by Walt Whitman:My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,”
It is the anniversary of my mother’s death today. I have been thinking about how she kept a gentle shelter around me which still exists in my life. It was not a restrictive shelter but it was there.
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Sort of a sad photo. One lone bud just about hanging on.
Leya 
Those red bits surely draw our eyes.
They do.
This looks like what we can spindle. A lovely photo.
Yes, it is spindle – glad you liked the photo. It feels like the leaf is the protector.
Love it!
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Lovely..the beautiful side of dying but hanging on.
Beautifully expressed.
Wow, the details is amazing
Thank you!
Just wonderful, Ann-Christine! Wishing you a happy week!
Thanks, Jo, wishing you the same!
I love the way you have captured an embrace of life; the old and the new completing a circle. Makes me think of these lines by Walt Whitman:My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,”
♥ How beautiful, Mandy. Yes, the leaf is sheltering the fruit from the winds of the world…
It is the anniversary of my mother’s death today. I have been thinking about how she kept a gentle shelter around me which still exists in my life. It was not a restrictive shelter but it was there.
❤
Sort of a sad photo. One lone bud just about hanging on.
I think of it like… the leaf is sheltering the fruit from the wind and snow…