A fly, shiny green, munching on a half-decayed red apple in the grass with a few green blades left.
Impermanence always fascinates us. We often enjoy half-forgotten things. Of villages where time has stood still, of things marred by time.
This apple, cracked by the fall from the tree, tarnished by the rain and the sun. A tasty dish for insects like this fly.
Impermanence constantly signals to us humans our temporality on earth too.
We are there, may look after it and pass it on in better condition to those who come after us.
That impermanence captured in this image.
I have been photographing since 1975. I don't feel like an artist, but I do feel like a practical photographer where I capture the beauty I feel. I would like to share that feeling, that beauty with others.
My motto is that everything is about the art of..
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