(234): Self-Similar Ad Infinitum, Nature by Artifice

A one line poem on Harper Thorpe’s prompt: Ambiguity

Left image is a tree fern (Image credit Manuel Anastacio via Wikimedia Commons-), Right image is an iterated fractal, a variation of the Barnsley Fern fractal formula (Image credit DSP-user via Wikimedia Commons). License
It is not until one escapes the Euclidean for the self-similar structure
That natural forms begin to take shape in mathematical representation;
They have no natural size, no measurable diameter or length —
They could be infinite as they are,
But there is always another iteration to be done,
Always another division of dimension,
Always more detail that could be added:
The beauty of the fractal is in its ambiguity.

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