silk

This is corn silk. I am not a botanist, but I think this is the female part of the corn/cob - the tassel spreads the love, the silk receives the love, and pretty soon we eat the children.
BTW - I think they are going to release me (on parole) on schedule, in a little over a month now (9/12). Of course, now I do have a camera, I do have our prison yard garden (where I have been taking my photos), I have smokes, I have a little more "free" time on the computer, and on the outside? I don't have a house (foreclosed), I don't have a wife (abandoned), I don't have my kids (whoever they are). What I realize, now, is that I don't have any reason to leave - other than freedom . And just what would I do with that?
A beautiful trap, like corn silk, some might say.

whoa, I am tired

I am well over an hour and twenty minutes past my bedtime now, and this stay up all night stuff is wearing a little thin. I think I'm crashing, coming down soft but fast. I'm open and I'm closed, it is morning and it is night. Crap.

finally got a camera

and I like flowers, and hate you. These are forget-me-nots. I am staying up all night. I am posting until I drop. Look at that blue, it makes me want to be a flower. Come and pollinate me. I am very pretty like a flower, and delicate like a flower, and precious like a flower, I may be a flower, I may be all things.