It’s a narrow window and when it opens it’s so inviting to peek in.
Those spiny leaves are everywhere in our desert, but it’s the delicate petals that make me look twice.
Mike looked twice . . . and thrice . . . and many more times till it was embedded in his memory and he came up with this:
and as if that wasn’t enough, nature copied him again-
in my beautiful rose:
Do you have art that copies nature? Or does it seem like nature copies your art?!