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Saturday Photo--Growth

The Photo Scavenger Hunt topic this week is growth. This shot is of moss growing inbetween the tumbled pavers that make up my patio, now strewn with drying leaves. Draw conclusions about thriving in the midst of adversity if you want.

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dive said…
Difficult subject, as almost everything in my garden ("yard" in the US dictionary) is going to sleep for the winter.
I may have to resort to moss, too.
I'll pop out and look for something to photograph …
8:54 AM
Scout said…
Yeah, I thought I might be "resorting" to moss since everything else is in decay. It really does thrive, though. My oregano and thyme have completely gone wild and would make terrible photos, unless the subject were neglected overgrowth instead of just growth.
8:57 AM
dive said…
My whole back garden is neglected overgrowth. I prefer to call it a wildlife refuge. Lots of bats and hedgehogs and frogs and birds and spiders and stuff, who wouldn't live there if it was too neat.
9:03 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
That's a cool shot. I'm shot myself, so I think I'm bowing out of this one. If inspiration strikes me tomorrow, I'll post something.
5:51 PM
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