Marshmallow Scars

One of my favorite subjects – the irises in my mother’s front yard. She got her bulbs from my godmother, and I hope to some day have a permanent place so I can take some of the bulbs from this brood for my very own.

The tendrils in the middle of the image make me think of a lizard’s tongue. Or an alien unfurling its tentacles very slowly, almost hypnotizing you before its sudden attack.

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