I was nosing around with the macro lens in the feral ivy patch below the shed (which was an outbuilding of a garage, located there many years ago), when I came across this little flower. If you had the perspective of the flower it would have been an eerie experience. A huge spherical glass would have broken through the clouds and leaves, and you would have seen the tiniest reflection of yourself. Then there would have been the massive clunk noise of the shutter, like a door being slammed in heaven.
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