I have no idea what this tree is. From afar, it looked as if the whole tree was covered in cotton candy. Not until we got very close to it, was I able to see the strangest blooms I had ever seen.
Clematis grew everywhere. Walls were covered- as if the vines knew these buildings were hundreds of years old and they needed a little sprucing up.
I can not see a thistle without thinking about my best friend Victoria in Scotland. The first time I ever traveled out of the country, I went to see her. It was an amazing trip that changed me in many ways. She picked a thistle for me before I left. I pressed it in a very heavy encyclopedia, and kept it until it literally disintegrated in my hands.
When I became an art major in college, thistles were a consistent theme throughout my work.
These thistles were growing all over the Cliffs of Dover- some were covered in spines...and others had purple tufts of petals on top.
Even Queen Anne's Lace looked different there. Still lacy and angelic, but the blooms are much bigger- a bouquet by themselves.
Walls of roses...
...and fields of grapes.
I have always been a sucker for nature. It inspires me daily.
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