Often I find faces in the quiet bark of old tree roots. On further inspection, I noticed that one of the eyes on this little old man was made by the loathsome fly who stood idly by as I took the shot. It was touching, and I'll never look at the fly with the same eyes... they have their beauty too.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Eye of the Fly
Often I find faces in the quiet bark of old tree roots. On further inspection, I noticed that one of the eyes on this little old man was made by the loathsome fly who stood idly by as I took the shot. It was touching, and I'll never look at the fly with the same eyes... they have their beauty too.
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