a mossy cluster of gold stars grows densely upon a dead branch
two tender, little mushrooms stand amid a mossy expanse i'm moved by their intimate proximity though i don't know it to be anything other than a random molecular fact, and yet it speaks to me, and i feel proximity & distance all the more intensely
rolling stone: no moss?
it thrives in cold, flowing streams
morning light catches the moss, and i see it for the first time
Life overtakes all. Moss coats stone; vines smother shrubs; trees straddle walls. All growing in splotched patterns of green -- a million shapes of leaf in a million subtly different shades. My world is awash in green. My mind is soothed by deep greens, and fired by the bright light-greens of fresh growth. My periphery swirls and blurs with green. a mossy stone becomes my focal point, the fringe blurs
moss & plants grow on the volcanic rock wall; nature reclaims
Taken on December 17, 2019 at Pilisszentlászló, Hungary.