[Flowers are a veritable minefield! There are so many exploding mines you could step on, so many wells you could fall into: banality, sentimentality, prettiness, saccharine sweetness, obsequiousness. That is maybe why I photograph flowers. I like to live dangerously.]
(Here they soar again.)
[In Swedish that would be: Stör inte bohemen under flärd.
Yes, I fell for that damned “selfie” virus! Even I, Brutus…
You might wonder how I took this picture myself. It’s a secret, but I can tell you this much: I did it with my elongated astral stick.]
[Comment: A very popular use of our eyes is to look in shop windows; a very popular activity is shopping. And even if we don’t have any money we can window-shop, inspect the fascinating world of window displays. We who call ourselves “poor” forget how many things are totally free for our eyes. Free to see, free to take a picture of, free to bring home, free to show others as a trophy. That’s what I did with this little angel.]