First Shadow 1/13/11
Something about images capturing times when we question our sensibilities, or mortality. Plant spirits have been truthful in imaging my own reflections. This was "forced to be truthful with whimpers of human weakness, asking for mercy."
Actually, I had an unusual ceramic vase and fit these artichoke blossoms into the neck of the vase. I hope I captured the angle of the sun at that fall sunset. The setting sun shines right into the open garage door.