Those tiny flowers

Those tiny flowers peeping through the wooden slats of the gate remind me of ragworts and Anne Stevenson’s beautiful poem… 


They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers. 

They are that remorseless joy of deteliction

darkest banks exhale like vivid breath 

as bricks divide to let them root between. 

How every falling place concots their smile, 

taking what’s left and making a song of it. 

Anne Stevenson (b. 1933)

Posted for the Mundane Monday Challenge



Posted for the New Mundane Monday Challenge: Learn Photography which focusses on creating beautiful compositions of seemingly mundane things.

In this picture, I tried to capture the reflection of an ordinary railing in the rain water. The inspiration is the Reflection Photography in Trablogger’s facebook initiative #30LearningDays.