Two-thousand dandelions picked in the country side, then hung from a ceiling by Regine Ramseier. A fitting piece to share, as we stand before a new year.
Today we draw in our breath. And, we hold it. For one suspended second.
Seeing each seed, each downy sail. Multitudes clustered together, singular but somehow whole. This second is where the magic is : peering into the possibility of what will start, in the instant we exhale.
The blown apart beginning.
ready? here it comes.
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ...
Oh my, but this is wonderful! Photo and words...
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