On a foggy morning, I walked through the park near my house, hoping to find something interesting to photograph. In the silence of the morning, I saw a flower (Taraxacum officinale) trapped in a spider's web. The net had been abandoned for a long time, fragile but still able to hold the flower. I sprayed a little water for added dramatic effect, making small dewdrops hanging from the threads of the net. The flower seemed to await its fate, encased in fragile natural beauty. I captured this moment with feeling, realizing that beauty can be found in silence and simplicity.
On another occasion, I found a flower (Taraxacum officinale) that had been blown away by the wind and caught on a wooden branch. There was nothing extraordinary about this place, just an ordinary dry twig. But the beauty of the flowers lying there. The contrast with the hardness of the wood underneath creates a simple but meaningful composition. I took this photo carefully making sure every detail was clear. In its simplicity, this flower appears to be resting from its long journey, enjoying the tranquility of the branches that support it.
These two different moments taught me that every place has a story, even for something as small and simple as a flower.
NOTE: I first wrote the article above in Indonesian, which is my own language, then I translated it using English with the help of Goggle.
