Most of these seeds will blow around and never find the right spot to land and generate a new milkweed plant but that fact doesn't seem to dampen their enthusiasm. As a child, my friends and I delighted in shaking the pods and setting the fluff flying in the breeze...a small act of liberation on our part.
Hard to believe something so lovely and gentle could come out of those homely, withered pods but therein lies the message. The beauty in each of us means nothing until it is released and sent flying out into the world. We do it in a myriad of ways, not the least of which is through the photographs we let loose in the world...tiny acts of beauty lovingly created but then set free.
Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film.
- Ansel Adams