Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Life is Prickly

These cacti are the only plants to survive my flower boxes, and some of these haven't survived - which I'm afraid speaks to my shameful neglect. I honour their resilience and 'tough love' approach to survival, which is certainly one way to go, and the only way to go if you're short on soft love and attention. Being prickly and taking no shit. 

I love the juxtaposition of Life and Death, how Death is soft, faded and monotone, and Life is prickly, vibrant and varied; colourful and strong. And how it seems as if the living are taking care of the dead, giving them room to 'live' on, in a sense. Death is a part of Life.

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