Such a delicate determination to life. The sinuous embrace, the needled defence. I once saw a bindweed which had slowly, inexorably, thrown coils around one of its own flowers and strangled it.
Last night I dreamt I was going to die. Not in some vague future but specifically within a day or so. I was somewhere waiting, prepared, terminally ill I supposed. When I woke, in the dream, not yet dead but in a shroud-like garment, it was as though I had been slightly cheated. Another day of waiting.
Not a frightening dream, but definitely troubling.
frizzyLogic 
What a fiercely beautiful and delicate photo! And what a dream…
And what a connection between the coiling, strangling vine and the dream…
Great photo! I think that’s the best way to dispell the effect of such dreams: write them down and blog them.
Thank you. Looking at it now I think I’d crop the green leaves at the bottom off. Or then again I might not. Decisions, decisions 🙂 I find “nature”‘s implacability rather scary sometimes.
I like the green leaves at the bottom… they make the whole form taper so. Strange dream. Glad you came out the other side! 😉
xoxoxo
Lovely Picture. I found myself scrolling through your Blog looking for more visual candy. I will have to make an ‘unrelated’ Blog roll to include such a treat of a site.
IMO, Dreams are but a show played to entertain the mind as it works – I find the subject matter rarely relevant.
Thanks!
KAS