…”A renewal that was born”…
Leaves float on the surface as the white lily spreads its petals open, radiating purity.
We can hardly tell real from reflection.
It is as if the flower was suspended in thin air, benevolent, waiting to impart its light to whoever would be ready to smell it out.
It is the only photo I took that no one will never know where I took it. Why?
Only as the purity of this flower should be on the heart of each human on earth. And as it is a suspended time…so, nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
Let’s keep this mystery forever.