Change is her own woman

Change is her own woman
She looks like herself, she has a mind of her own and walks her own path, always at her own pace
She may surprise you when she walks into your life down a hidden lane
She may gently creep up on you from the side, slowly moving into focus.
Smiling a greeting, she crooks a finger, whispers, ‘welcome, come now and dance’.

The image is one of a series of experimental abstract shots I took last month in the beautiful gardens at Cambo House

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