Thursday, July 07, 2011

Stone #57

In my bedroom curtain, that I was sewing, a small dead fly fell out. Deep teal sheen under wings of sheer grey symmetry, vacant gaze of compound eye.
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  1. Susannah5:20 AM

    I found you in the 'river of stones' - I love the depth of observation in this, this fly was 'seen'. :-)

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  2. Brenda Clews9:49 PM

    Thanks Susannah. I had taken the curtains down to sew some sunblock material onto the back when the dead fly fell out. It was a beautiful little creature.

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