Just that.
Really.
Twelve of them.
(Although, to be fair, some of them are repeat visitors.)
Within the garden.
Within the frame.
If only for a moment.
Doing their Critterly things.
“To say anything—the mere effort alone—is a form of abandonment, an act of distortion. We can’t pin the world down in words, but there’s incredible pleasure in attempting to chart the slippage.”
—Joseph Massey
we slip
from being to saying
there is pleasure
in the tearing away
abandoning the seen
for the said
it’s the tension
between the two
between the too
many things
A color version from the Garden series.
Lovely and strange rainbow lens flare of the Lensbaby Plastic Optic. It happens often with this optic when shooting into the sun. One of the things that Lensbabies do so well–take what is usually considered optic weaknesses or flaws (in this case, chromatic aberration and lens-flare) and turn them into a strengths.
…butt.
More Bug Boudoir…to come…