What do they dream of? Of someone that they once knew? Or perhaps of their offspring and of a world they helped create? Maybe they dream of something that they used to be? Or something that they hope to be again?
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What the camera saw:
This grew in a church garden, where I saw it often. I had indeed planned to photograph it. The colors and textures seemed interesting–especially the green. But I had no idea that it would become this.
I waited til evening only because for much of the day the old stump lies in shadow. I didn’t plan the effect, and on the camera’s display I didn’t notice what had happened.
Then I got it home and turned it upright. And imagination saw the happy accident.