I pass these plants across the street from us many times every day and have meant to photograph them for a while now. I love how the impressions of outer spiked leaves from the plant growing out from a tightly wound center remain on the surfaces as the leaves begin to unfold.
Were I a more sappy, emotive type, I’d say something about our early experiences pressing into our psyches and influencing our lives from that point on until our deaths. But I’m not, right?
It certainly looks cool though.