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no time is fruitless
if no fish falls in its net
it catches the sun
A haunting mix of poetry and photography
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no time is fruitless
Ten wpis został opublikowany w kategorii nature, photography, poetry, weekly photo challenge i oznaczony tagami Christmas rose, ciemiernik, crocus, czas, haiku, helleborus niger, krokus, miechunka rozdęta, physalis alkekengi, spring, time, winter, winter cherry. Dodaj zakładkę do bezpośredniego odnośnika.
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The big change I’m looking at now is the disappearing of thick layers of snow. Two days ago it covered much of my garden, today only the most sun-protected spots still have it. Looking at the remnants of the dead plants I notice again that many baskets of my physalis alkekengi are not empty: they were covered, and some still are (although not red any more), but others changed into sort of fishing nets to catch winter cherries! This is the topic of my contribution to this week’s challenge: no time is fruitless, its net is never empty.
The change has different faces however, one of them is wounded.