Dead Flowers, Painted Flowers

I've been watching them die and dry out for a few days now. It was always going to be a blip at some point; the contrast between the twee painted pot and the decay. I don't think I've done it justice though.

Nearly seven weeks in I am aware that doing this daily blog has made me think very hard about my life; it's part of that journey when you try and decide what is important and how your very small life fits in with everything else. I admire the other blippers and have started following some of them; it's not just about the technical, it's about the lives that people lead.

Profound innit? As my son might say.