Thinking back then…we were just at that age when we knew a few things about ourselves–about who we were, how we were different from…but hadn’t yet understood what any of it meant. …So you’re waiting, even if you don’t quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realize that you really are different…that there are people…who don’t hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you…and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs. The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that it’s a cold moment. It’s like walking past a mirror you’ve walked past everyday of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange.
~Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro
This 7th of 15 image submitted for the Seeing Differently challenge is another of a series from the Colorado State University’s Trial Flower Garden taken with a Nikon D750 and macro 40 mm lens. It invites me to ponder, “is my knowing of self and other blurred by preconceptions?”
Please excuse two postings in one day…I’m going to be away from my computer for a bit. Till then, please take care.