I stood in awe towards the picture, and there were no thoughts, just my heart was heavily beating. Is this a beauty, or a weed?
It is easy to talk about the symbolism now, but how to answer what should be done by me in the concrete? Should I rejoice over my pick, or weed out all the accidental shots?
What was recognized by you in the photo?
Is that the nutritive plant, or the pinch to the gardeners so to speak
At a moment I have a lot of time to think (I was going to the hospital when I took this photo).
Now I am browsing over my archives (my book of life) and asking myself : what for I gathered them?