I could go one for days about this picture. For reasons I honestly can’t understand, this picture of what would normally considered a beautiful scene fills me with melancholy and a feeling of loneliness when desaturated. It could be the way that the seaweed is piling up, at the end of it’s lengthy journey, laid out to die just feet about from it’s old home. Then again, it could be the glimpse of civilization presented by the quaint little house that it just out of reach. Either way, the overall picture fills me with a feeling that I don’t ever want to have to experience in everyday life.
For me this picture embodies youth and innocence, something that we strive for a little more every day we wake up. The baby duckling, with its fur so soft you can practically feel the texture on your fingers, is clearly consumed by the sheer curiousity of the world that we all experienced at children. I think that the brightness of the surroundings make them seem more harsh, and in turn the duckling’s fearless prodding of the earth with its young beak seems to exemplify that useful curiousity all the more.
This specimen can be categorized as none other than prehistoric in its origins. It looks as if it is the predecessor of the modern day butterfly; the butterfly that would be seen flying amongst the dinosaurs millions of years ago. The crude architecture that it is rested on is so primitive it seems as if this picture has taken a step back into the past. When looking at this picture with an open mind, if you really let your imagination run wild it isn’t that much of a stretch to create your own mental Jurassic Park.
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