Sometimes when you are tired the mind makes unexpected interpretations. I took some photographs of a fly on a catkin, and then there was also a photograph of a dry old tree, and for some reason my brain thought that there is a giant fly hanging from the top of the tree. Strange, isn't it?
(Posting title is from the poem Pathetic Fallacies Are Bad Science But by Marie Ponsot.)
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