Bubbles taken in the back yard fish pond that we inherited, yet think about filling in as soon as these darn fish finish their aging process. I was thinking about impermanence and the fleeting moments of bubbles as I watched them, also the process of oxygenation for those fish, and how clean the bubbles look against the green background of the gross pond.
An old mum on the front porch, surrounded by pansies that are still hanging on. Wabi-sabi with the decay, the shadows, and contrasts in texture.
A maple tree that we are hoping will come back to life, but we're not sure yet. I like the contrasts in color, especially as a black and white. Wabi-sabi in its potential and memory of beauty.
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