This photo could be read as dismembered arms reaching out in space without hope of contact– but I prefer to look at the beauty of the flower-like hands making such nice negative space.

This photo could be read as dismembered arms reaching out in space without hope of contact-- but I prefer to look at the beauty of the flower-like hands making such nice negative space.
The beauty of colors... I don't really know what to say because as of late I've shied away from them. But here they are, as beautiful as ever.
And the hunt begins. Poor Actaeon doesn't stand a chance against his own dogs.
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