Monday, March 24, 2008

ripenning, jewels, scars

"A man is much inclined to find merit in those black eyes which can ripen fruit upon which they look.." From Mémoires des deux jeunes mariées Honoré de Balzac.

The snow flakes, although they do not settle as snow, leave little droplets on the grass which glitter in the sun.

The scars on trees where branches have been pruned look like features on a human face - staring eyes, gaping mouths. The colours and textures of the exposed and weathered wood add expression to these shapes.

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