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The birds have picked the hawthorn fruits, and there's just this thicket of thorns left.
A closer look shows bright red bud scales, and a certain elegance in the thorns themselves.
They look dangerous. Are you a fan of Andy Goldsworthy? He stitches some of his sculptures together with haw thorns.
I am tempted to say something portentous like that which is elegant is often dangerous. But I have no idea whether that's true. What I do know is that the photos are as elegant as the thorns. Thanks.
I've always preferred hawthorn thorns to honey locust thorns, which are less elegant and have a nasty poison on them.I have an artist friend who used to make sculptures with honey locust thorns, though, which were intriguing if a bit threatening.Nice photos, Rebecca!
Thanks, folks!Reya, Larry, they are wicked thorns, and if you run one into your hand or foot, it will swell as if there were some toxin on it. I love the idea of using these for art!Sherry, I was going to make some sort of connection like that, but I couldn't work it out so it made sense, so I stopped short. This could probably turn into a metaphor for my literary aspirations, but I'm going to stop short on that too.
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