Ten days passed since I had been to work, and since I had marched on that footpath…my shortcut to work. Today I walked through the bush on this cold sunny day, slipping on the icy patches mourning the dormant shrubs…all I could see now, were patches of brown leaves and branches hugging the snow surface. I did not take a photo of this new image. No, looking around at the huge change, I needed to mourn the life trampled on by heavy wet snow. Tomorrow will be another day…then, and only then, perhaps shall I photograph this newly treacherous footpath.
sluggish bushes
disheveled on white
cold sheets
© Tournesol ’14
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
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