Dandelion seeds. Macro. (Click picture for larger view)
"No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos." ~ D.H. LawrenceThe autumn winds are blowing and the last dandelions of the season struggle to grow. The feathery little seeds fly off with the breeze to other yards, other flowerbeds, other fields; there to lie dormant, in wait for Spring. Sometimes we are like the floating dandelion seed; blown by the events around us or waiting patiently in the darkness of uncertainty for that light and warmth of new beginnings. As I am certain that Spring follows Winter; I know there is that promise of hope, a new beginning.
Submission for MacroDay topic "black & white". (end of post)