Talk about some serious depth of field here. I think it would have been better to hall all of the 1st flower in focus (the back half is blurred) but the effect here is really good.
For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
From Edward Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
there seems ,in sight..but how in the light..
distanced far,yet nearly near,
yearnings that fly,thoughtful desires are to die..
but wait..hope might..darkness still covers the night..
in the meanings..are sought ,carefully bound or not..
distance...time fills the distance now..