Pattern pending, copy right waiting,
route maps for life’s journey,
GPS by seasonal turning,
discarded both at the end of their use.
This composition is totally found. In a little pond in York near the train station, someone’s paper tearing of a city centre map had by fate’s hand landed next to this leaf from a Lilly.
Converted into black and white and best viewed large.
Shot on an Olympus E30.
Featured by the kind hosts of the No More Color Group