daisies
And all day long I number yet,
All seasons through, another debt,
Which I, wherever thou art met,
To thee am owing;
An instinct call it, a blind sense;
A happy, genial influence,
Coming one knows not how, nor whence,
Nor whither going.
William Wordsworth, “To the Daisy”
Another mystery Holga shot; I believe we shall segue into some more flower pictures of a less blurry variety next.
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It is interesting to see a blurry flower photo, it is rarely done. I love that the daises themselves are all you see, like they are floating.