This practically weightless little golden spiral (maybe remains of fern sprout?) has left its mark on the pond. You can see the circular indentation in the ice. I’m fascinated that something so small and light could make such an impact. The backdrop, in case it is difficult to make out, is frozen bubbles captured beneath the surface of the pond.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but when you start looking at dandelions up close, you begin to see (or “imagine,” if you insist) that they have different “personalities.” There are “the divas,” “the eccentrics,” “the introverts,” “the lunatics,” … and on and on. And each one dies in a way reflective of the nature with which it lived. Or so I like to pretend, at least, when I take their portraits.
This one makes me smile. I think it is fairly stubborn. Maybe “head-strong” would be a good description.