In the continuing quest to find something to photograph while it chucks it down outside (again) I found this feather. It must have been from some kind of novelty as it’s dyed green, so not entirely natural. I like how soft it is and the colour against the background.
White feathery seed heads spotted on Ham Hill, Somerset
all of us are made of fluff and prickles to different degrees damaged and hurting we protect ourselves under these spiked shells no hurt can reach us pain cannot enter but neither can love there comes a time when risks must be taken inner softness shown made vulnerable open and exposed soft feathery heart