Hey I have had my first whirl at a collage and arty farty shots!
I entitle this
'The Dandelion'
It twas a dandelion growing amongst its many many brethren on an unkempt lawn, I photographed it, picked it and the wind blew it away.
How is that for a tragic but poetic tale?
Then I had to run inside and wash my hands as picking dandelions makes you wet your pants*
*This is what I was told as a child in school,that if you pick dandelions you will wet the bed.
I myself have not wet myself in a dandelion picking incident.
I entitle this
'The Dandelion'
It twas a dandelion growing amongst its many many brethren on an unkempt lawn, I photographed it, picked it and the wind blew it away.
How is that for a tragic but poetic tale?
Then I had to run inside and wash my hands as picking dandelions makes you wet your pants*
*This is what I was told as a child in school,that if you pick dandelions you will wet the bed.
I myself have not wet myself in a dandelion picking incident.
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