It’s the contrasts here that interest me.
The glass bottle – an item so delicate – washed ashore, completely intact, though corroded with some sort of calcified salt shell. Through all those years afloat at sea, it hardened and matched its surrounding elements.
The orchid, even more dainty. Could it even survive one day on the ocean? The pristine blossoms of white curve, and hide just a bit, in shadow. A smudge of dirt on one petal. Proof of its origins. Making it real. A blast of blooms that’s been flowering strong for weeks.
There’s no message in the bottle, but I know it’s got a story. Something to do with time. Fortitude. Fate.
4 thoughts on “Delicate”
Wondrous sight and detail.
Glad you can appreciate. Thank you!
By afar I thought it was a glass of beer with luscious foam; at closer inspection I realize I was wrong. How beautiful and wonderful!
I don’t know exactly what it is, but it sure makes an interesting pattern. Has me wondering how long the bottle was floating in the ocean in order to gain this interesting salty shell. Thanks for checking out the Archives!