Thistle head ....a forest canopy of fluffy down.
"Die when I may, I want it said by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow." ~ Abraham Lincoln
Thistles grow along the deep water runoff ditch that ran behind my parent's old house. They were thickest a few doors up where the weeping willow tree hung over the ditch. These were white and fluffy like a crown reaching for the sky. This one had already lost some of the down.. leaving rows of seed like a dark forest for the camera to explore. This would have been a great prop idea for "Honey I Shrunk The Kids."
Submission for LensDay topic "macro".
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