Thursday, February 19, 2015

image no.17

Photo by Anya

   I love blooms. When I was little, I used to run around trying to pluck as many flowers and leaves as possible so I could press them between the pages of the big fat books we had. Even now, sometimes when I open a book, petals and leaves fall out... fragile with age but still possessing ghosts of color. I wish flowers could stay fresh forever. But they can't, especially the ones that are my favorite - the most delicate and fragile. I do however, find that I can preserve this precious beauty through photography. Namely, this photo that I took standing on tiptoes and holding my camera above my head because the flowers were so high! xxx Anya

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