Frame
Life is a mixture of miniatures. True. If we can dissect life like a layered cake we shall see layers made of a spectrum of lights, different shades, shapes, depths, measurements, ingredients, colors, textures and flavors. Different in uniqueness yet they bond well into one cohesive and coherent wholeness. The much weathered old paint piece continues to stand well as an existence of its own in a corner now with the sun light on its face. It is an irony that the original flowers have faded and only their images are now embedded in a frame in paints in time. Yet they continue in another form as long as the oil painting lasts.
Daily prompt: Miniature
Weekly photos challenge: Rare
In my previous blog, I posted one tiny flower on the left hand corner and learned from it.
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2016/08/24/learning-to-yield/
This is a very sweet post.
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Thank you.
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