A rite of passage. The established garden bed fixed to a wall of conformity gives fruit to a naive and fuzzy generation that leaves to make its own in the world. Very much a Ubique type of image but without the boys.... OOF and tonal blend with the negative space nails the composition.
The woman moving out of the image makes such a balanced counterpoint.
My eyes continued to move from left to right, not being able to decide where to rest or linger, the image becoming restless thereby, and that makes me want to know more.
Both have room to grow, but are full-grown already.
Maybe the spell has been broken, and she has just decided not to be an hydrangea anymore, and is moving back into the world.
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