…she’d recognized my name…for the first time in my life, I felt the comfort, the firmness of identity that a name might provide, how it could carry an entire history in other people’s memories… No one here…would ask how to spell my name, or mangle it with an unfamiliar tongue. My name belonged so I belonged, drawn into a web of relationships, alliances, and grudges that I did not yet understand.

~ Dreams from my Father,  Barack Obama

This 6th image submitted for Robin’s challenge, Seeing Differently,  is from the  Colorado State University’s Flower Trial Garden.  This red flower (name unknown) with a bit of a spider web, while in focus, seems to have a separate identity from the unfocused background which resembles a painting.

Image 6th submitted to Robin’s October photo challenge, Seeing Differently.