same, same, but different

playing with ice on a white background is tricky. anything white or clear or even pale is tricky on a white background. sometimes i feel like a moth to a flame. the harder the subject, the more difficult the set-up, the more i keep coming back to try it again. and again. an again. that’s either admirable determination, or a brain the size of a moth. sometimes i wonder.

skeleton leaf in melting ice