"No stir of air was there,
Not so much life on a summer's day
Robs not one seed from the feather'd grass
But where the dead leaf fell, there it did rest"
John Keats
Hyperion
Seedpods and Honesty from a Balmerino walk, photographed on a light pad with muslin and perspex
Stan Farrow FRPS EFIAP DPAGB