I keep finding myself wanting to retake a photograph I have taken before or one that someone else has taken. I have to stop myself photographing the yellow leaf of a plane tree pressed onto the pavement like a print. The same goes for the one of a squirrel with its paws together holding a nut, and managing to look like Jonny Wilkinson on the point of taking a penalty.
A grape vine which I pass regularly has not shed its leaves. Instead the leaves have turned dark red, the colour of mature burgundy.
A carved out pumpkin grins at me through a window.
1 comment:
"I have to stop myself photographing the yellow leaf of a plane tree pressed onto the pavement like a print."
I know what you mean. But really, is it so different from writing multiple sonnets? A great artist can keep finding new meaning from a handful of recurrent patterns.
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