
When all the petals of a peony fall off, the mandala is left. Each character, one petal. I have this strong feeling that I should be able to read the symbols.

My macrophotography. Lots of bugs -- flowers, water and other things if I can't find fauna. (Click on a photo to enlarge, click again for an even greater enlargement.)
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I know what you mean about the feeling that you should be able to read the signs. Something I scribbled on a backpacking trip with your dad at Lake Powell.
" There is so much information recorded here. Perhaps it is a record of everything that has ever happened in these canyons. The first flight of a Wren, painted 300 feet high. Each fissure in the stone I stand on marks one day the sun unnoticingly pounded the earth in nuclear ecstasy."
Yes, yes! Exactly like that. I think that's probably the reason that I love math. It's all about patterns and reading the little bits of evidence to reconstruct information.
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