Last week I watched this wonderful movie ! The main character collected things in order to remember the place he had been ! When someday I die, I wonder what those people, the ones who would come to clean may think of me when they find these weeds , flowers , insects , old poems ..
All of these came from a place from my heart ..Would they think of me as a hopeless romantic ? Would they think of me as a hoarder of strange !
Does it really matter at that point?
Dandelions , I think these are beautiful …They have little messengers on them .( Collected these from mt.Washington Valley , spring of 2011)
I photograph them from time to time ..In my hair , on my heart!