Spring is working its magic. The sky is blue and cloudless, the air is warm and the trees are covered in delicate blossoms.
This rusty fence seemed to me to be holding beauty behind bars – the robustness of one overpowering the delicacy of the other.
It seemed like a silent battle was going on between the ephemeral and the mundane – between loveliness and practicality.
And yet, as I looked closer it seemed as if the earthiness of one only served to enhance the splendour of the other. So I gazed and gazed in rapture …
… knowing full well that all this beauty will soon fade as the blossoms scatter like so much confetti and from the sidelines, the rusty bars will stop serving as props but will force themselves once more into the limelight.