I love all things pumpkin; pie, cake, muffins, even pumpkin soup.
I had a photo shoot with this little pumpkin today,
then had all kinds of fun doing some post processing.
The image in the center was taken in black and white intentionally
so that the texture would really show.
The scars on the side kind of got my attention.
They are scars from growing. I can imagine this pumpkin
laying on the ground, attached to the vine, steadily increasing in size
all summer long. And while that goes on, something creates a
little flaw in the skin that becomes permanent.
Scars. Flaws. Imperfections.
I doubt that this pumpkin would be
as lovely if it were totally perfect.
Just as you and I would not be the people we are
without our scars, flaws, imperfections.
Coming to accept this in ourselves
is one of the most difficult tasks in life.
And also the most liberating.
Sending you love and peace...