Dry flowers

Again and again, I need to prove to myself that even old, dry, "ugly" there is beauty.

Of course, at almost 76 (not yet! tells me fast my grand son), and after I look in the mriror, I do feel that need even more.

So, my flowers that were supposed to bring the spring in the house, after yesterday evening slipping in the mud, but succeeding to take myself up, were put on the window. They are dry but they are still interesting and make interesting texture too.

Here is in my photoblog, on a black background.