To many a dandelion is no more than a weed – to be removed from a garden without haste. To me a dandelion is a marvellous work of nature. After its flower head dies off a magnificent ball of seed heads – each an individual parachute to be carried away on the breeze – appears. I see dandelions in the morning sun with colourful flowers in the background, I see them in moonlight. As ever, I see them in the Charente Maritime and invest the colours, sights and smells of the beautiful French countryside into my imaginings.
Love the Hedgerow pictures Louise, especially the Seed Heads 2. Good luck with exhibition
these remind me of the fields where you live…