Still Life: Acorns
If they could speak, what would they say? What are their hopes, fears, aspirations? Do they yearn to become centuries old oak trees? Or maybe they haven’t a care in the world… What is their fate? Will they be carried away to a place where they can grow?
Where does it go? Responsibilities, commitments, objectives...
It seems that the only thing you can see clearly is... where you have already been.
My guess is that she thought this was a good idea at one point. Hitchcock would be proud.
Ever just look up? See what's up there? For me it's release from the everyday chaos. Peace.