always parting the curtains, figuratively, to try to see the stagehands, if not the playwright.
In this case, as any good photojournalist would, I looked closer, and as any artist might, I applied my mark, in this stylization.
Such is the paradox of photography.. we are Simultaneously looking for the source, but cannot seem to find it without trying to change it. We hope, beyond all odds, that despite our stamp, maybe even by way of our stamp? we get a glimpse.
The further paradox is that when we have gotten the best glimpses, to date, we are very soon on the case, Again!
Originally, this was a view into a blossom of a rusty red and yellow chrysanthemum.
Forgive me.
Submitted for the theme, Floral Friday, curated by +Tamara Pruessner , +Kerry Murphy , +Kelli Seeger Kim +FloralFriday
We photographers are explorers.. always parting the curtains, figuratively, to try to see the stagehands, if not the playwright. In this case, as any good photojournalist would, I looked closer, and as any artist might, I applied my mark, in this stylization. Such is the paradox of photography.. we are Simultaneously looking for the source, but cannot seem to find it without trying to change it. We hope, beyond all odds, that despite our stamp, maybe even by way of our stamp? we get a glimpse. The further paradox is that when we have gotten the best glimpses, to date, we are very soon on the case, Again! Originally, this was a view into a blossom of a rusty red and yellow chrysanthemum. Forgive me.
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