The Amen of nature is always a flower. – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

I have a (weird?) photographic fascination with dead flowers and leaves. I find real beauty in the process of their decay and drying up. So when there are flowers in the house, I like to hang onto them until every last petal and pistil and stamen is gone. Even then, I’ve been known to make portraits of the stems. These flowers are not dead yet, but they’re on the way. They were part of a vase-full sent from my sister-in-law Shari for my birthday. I don’t know what they are called, but I love the graceful shape of them.


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