Over the last few weeks I have stepped into a world I was vaguely aware existed. The world of macro photography. A world of magic and mystery. Of shapes and colours, dynamics and interactions that have blown my mind.
Sheer beauty of forms.
We all know – intellectually – the beauty of a flower. We walk around them, nearly every day. Wild flowers, or flora grown from men’s fascination with the smells and shades of blossoming splendour.
But to intellectually know and experientially undergo beauty are two wholly different things… (continue here…)