t E N d R i L

Once upon a time, (all good stories begin like that), a tendril, shooting off from a weed, grew. as it stretched it’s way upward toward the sun, it found a crack in the wood of a window and decided

to squeeze through and rest in the coolness of the little structure. it wound it’s way in the dampness and grew into a strong vine. then, one day someone cut the vine from it’s root and although it died, it’s skeleton remains, twisted and entwined on the shelves.

t E N d R i L


I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
— Henry Miller, (American Author, 1891-1980)



a penny for your thoughts?

February 13, 2018 at 2:38 pm

kind of sad to me 🙁 but i had one of those days today… days where everything was varying degrees of sad. so i cry for the vine, and your wee story about it.

Michael Skorulskireply
February 15, 2018 at 1:01 am

Someone certainly got carried away with the wiring here. A fine image a an interesting quote from Miller.

Larry Blissreply
February 15, 2018 at 4:28 pm

Exquisite photograph–I like the muted colors.

February 20, 2018 at 10:51 am

I really like this picture, there is always a lot of care and delicacy in your shots.
Miller’s quote is also appropriate

February 21, 2018 at 2:53 am

A wonderful journey the vine once embarked on.

February 21, 2018 at 7:04 pm

charming shot. I hope they were not planning on the canned goods on this shelf lasting until the growing season.

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