"I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so damn heroic."
This lush green fern, an utterly uncommon sight in winter knocked into me the meaning of grit.
The winter sun was beating down on a landscape of winter ochers, browns and rusts all over. Not a single blade of fresh grass or leaf in sight for as far as my eye could spy, and there I spot this tiny bunch of freshness sticking out of a crack on a huge concrete wall growing with the determined hope of turning into a handsome clump of fern...
This clump of fern was surely my hero for the day!
This lush green fern, an utterly uncommon sight in winter knocked into me the meaning of grit.
The winter sun was beating down on a landscape of winter ochers, browns and rusts all over. Not a single blade of fresh grass or leaf in sight for as far as my eye could spy, and there I spot this tiny bunch of freshness sticking out of a crack on a huge concrete wall growing with the determined hope of turning into a handsome clump of fern...
This clump of fern was surely my hero for the day!
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