“Something for you”, my mother announces as she hands me a puffed up plastic bag.
It looks like I should be careful not to squash the wrinkled balloon of single-use white.
Inside I peek into a cluster of brown crumpled leaves, swept up and plucked for me from mum’s garden.
No lively cuttings to bring to life, or colourful flowers to pot. Old dead, crunchy leaves.
She knows me well. It’s like Christmas.
Ooooooh, thanks mum! While I chat to my folks, after setting a cup of tea going, I pry out each delicate piece and find a place on my table to shoot them.
I’m already captivated, there’s so much detail. I draw closer, chatting to them still, while my eyes search and my lens reveals the unseen.
It’s an adventure.