When the flower is the artist
I have been fascinated by the variety and beauty of flowers for a few years now. But I never paid attention to them once they withered. The moment a flower dropped its blossoms it lost my attention.
But then I posted pictures of this lovely Anemone a few weeks ago when a friend of mine commented on my piece. She just recommended keeping a lookout for them when they are done blooming.
She said the withered flowers are a great photography object. I had no idea what to expect and forgot already where in the village I took these pictures. But as luck was on my side, one of my neighbors had some of them presented in the garden towards the roadside.
But no sign of the spectacular photographic objects my friend was talking about.
Or am I mistaken?
Once the petals dropped, the flower enters a second phase of presenting its very own artwork. A totally different display of beauty.
She opens up and explodes into a furry ball.
Or a spiky flower head.
Or how my friend described it as “a silky looking fringe”.
Now, I do understand what she was talking about. This is incredible.
Incredibly beautiful.
And thank you so much to my friend for inspiring me to this post.
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