232/365: black beads
A backwards “s” for the Ƨtart of Ƨchool…Zzzzzz.
Things are not always what they seem.
195/365: reed grass in bright sunlight
I love to study what remains – the architecture – the form & frame of the skeleton when the luscious flesh of leaves and blush of petals is removed. It is a stark, and altogether different kind of beauty.
(*native: possibly the first in a new series of native plant portraits. )