An occasional afternoon breeze wafts milkweed seeds past my window, each small seed suspended under a cloud of pure white fibers. Where they go, and where they land, only Aeolus may say.
But, I know where they come from, underneath my other window, where a split pod fulfills its natural duty on an early December afternoon as the sun turns golden on its slide down behind The Dome.
Hi, Fred. Thanks for including the download, because there is a lot of detail i didn't notice at first.
Good eye, excellent execution, Fred!
Beautiful close-up capture. Please stay well and keep on sharing.
Looks awesome in download.
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