When I first looked at this image I made and processed it and posted it on Flickr I titled it “Tangle”. Thoughts now drift around and I think of a tangle of hair that is brushed out by a mother while her child fights back and grimaces all the while trying to hold still. While this image evokes a sense of order and beauty in the disorder, the thoughts of tangled hair are not so easy. Are all tangles beautiful? Why do we see them differently?
The untangling has been on my mind. I love this image. I would like this framed in my home as a reminder of what is built has to be let go, untangled.
I think I can have this with me when we see you in a couple of weeks! 🙂
Looking forward to it, thank you