Is this a beauty, or a weed?

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?

I know just one for sure. While going along a street, I was stopped by THIS.
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?


the cost of wisdom

While I was searching for the appropriate words to put down my insights, my smile unexpectedly left my face. Thus the cost of a wish to talk wisely was high, yet I have grasped once again that it's possible either to love, or to talk about the love. I could either enjoy my presence here and now, or involve in creation of the attractive musings. Thus I questioned myself, though it's obvious that two and two make four, yet was it worthy to miss lots of awesome pictures the unnoticed by trying to produce some wise sounds? So I understood the cost of the smile.
The thundering silence has many faces. Just look at the revelation of the dayfly.
I would greatly appreciate your constructive feedback. Thank you.


grey-headed serenity

Did you ever thought about link exchange as a wish for simple welcome?
In any case, our meeting silenced the thundering silence of the street.
Wow, the miracles happen today too.


in the light of the memory flames

Current silence created this picture, yet I'm celebrating the freedom from my want of what I have not. You are welcomed to my blog art mirror to read that story. You will find this picture there too, yet it will look a bit differently because of the difference in backgrounds of my blogs. Hope to get your feedback.