One morning I stumbled upon this scenery. A flower bowl next to a restaurant, with a forgotten, or maybe carelessly thrown away, wine glass. I don’t know what is the story and it might not matter much.
But in the moment there was something symbolic in the different fragility of both the flowers and the glass. As well as the contrast between the hard and crystal-clear glass, and the soft but colourfull flowers. I hope I got it all in the picture.