Dandelions.

Antje Duvekot must have lived in my head for a few days? 

"I'll never dance in Swan Lake, I'll never play the cello

I am the Northern Lights, I am invisible

I am a dandelion, I am forever wild

I am the Fourth of July

I'm throwing you a fire in the sky

You could go blind in my light

But you were looking for an orchid

And I will always be

You were looking for a tea light

And I will always be a forest fire

A dandelion"

Let's get all dramatic and throw in some more photographic reflections (there are all of a sudden 1,000 dandelions in my yard):

(I don't know how I feel about where the focus is, but I have no control over that since I don't have Steph's snazzy flip out LCD screen :) )

Oh would you like another picture of my face that is almost exactly the same?

(I am, however, finally putting my Adobe Lightroom to the test...)