Since I can remember it has always fascinated me how the world turns inside its fragile, drifting, ever-changing hull of clouds. As a child I imagined they were made out of the seeds of dandelions. I thought my fancies clung to their small white feather-light umbrellas that gleamed so magically in the sunlight, and that the wind would carry them softly up and up to join the luminous clouds and travel around the planet. I still think breezy meadows full of ripening dandelions are the most joyous places on earth.
The beach in the background is at the baltic sea, where dandelions still bloom and fly throughout autumn into November.
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I first thought it was taken through the splintered window-screen of some vehicle! The back ground to the dandelion is superb. It brings the beauty of the scene strikingly across. There is real poetry in the image. Wonderful work