It’s the troubles, the tribulations, the anxieties and a myriad of other perceived ‘thorns’ of our lives which make our journey all so very stirring, intriguing, agile n never let the moss catch up on your side…. It is the thorns which make the rose so delicate and so vulnerable yet so alluring, as if they were meant to fit in like the jigsaw... perhaps the 'razor blade model'. A rose bud with no thorns would translate to a life with no adversities which eventually means ‘life’ losing its essence, its prick, its sweet pinch which is needed to make you feel that you survive. Its only these rigors and severities of our lives that add meaning to it, just as the thorns add beauty to the basket …. Yep... my new found venture 'capturing' the beauty through the filter- studded lenses... my Canon! My digital experience...
