I have always been attracted to the pale brownish white dry florets of the dandelion. In our terrace, my dad has grown a turf. Mostly during summer in the midst of the grass and the button roses, these tall shoots stand up with glory. For a long time, I imagined that straw comes from its dried stem. As a kid, I used to love blowing the dandelion puff, making a wish. It was my summer fantasy. These swaying dandelions are all about memory and remembrance.
Teasing summer breezeWind-borne seeds sway in the airDandelion dreams.Share a caption or a haiku for this photo in the comment section. Looking forward to it :)Follow my photo gallery on Instagram.
