The membrane of each flattened seed pod, along with the seed, has almost entirely disappeared. Despite this its identity is, if anything, even more obvious.
Still loving my macro prime 🙂
This morning the early sun tipped over the rooftops and shone the yellow leaves of a small silver birch to a fountain of firework brightness.
This afternoon a lightbrush washed leisurely lines behind the trees.
Round the corner we marvelled at a sky full of fiery scarlet scales. By the time we reached home a few minutes later they were gone.