I love this blossom! Just took this photo a little while ago in my neighbor's vegetable garden, on a stop on my walk. I went back uphill to get my camera to capture its intricate unfurling. It makes me want to draw.
From Walt Whitman's "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry":
The glories strung like beads on my smallest
sights and hearings, on the walk in the street
and the passage over the river.
-- Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
And a perfect thought -- why not? -- from Whitman's "Song of the Open Road":
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am
-- Walt Whitman
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At my desk
1 year ago