And seed pods.
And dung loving flies resting on leaves.
There is nothing left. Carpoot. Nada.
I’m now spending hours staring at my computer screen, scrapping the inner lining of my brain for adequate words to compliment my endless flora shots.
From now on, I’m going to be like other photographers out there who are blogging; I will go against ever fiber, blood cell and muscle tendon of my weird writing being…
From this time hence, we will view photos of seed pods and flies in silence, they will speak for themselves and I will cease to painfully scrape the inner lining of my skull.
My brain thanks you at this time for your understanding.
Now, let us begin.