This is my effort for the Photo Challenge. I hope my accompanying notes shed some light.
Crime has caught us all in vice grip. But here, the soft lines of the vine leaves take away some of the harshness.
Age has soften this lovely dried wedding bouquet. The brittleness but strength in unity, the soft cream and strong whites describes what a marriage should be.
I only noticed the soft hairs of dust in this object, a keepsake from my parents’s wedding day. These horse shoes had been used on the farm and were then “recycled” so to speak to the wedding tables. I like the softness of the dust against the hardness of rust and iron.