sitting on my porch the other night, i notice the last of the day's light as it hits one of the big drooping sunflower heads, how it catches just at the rim of its hanging, curling petals
i love these sunflowers - they remind me of sad, tired rag doll heads - i don't know, they're just very endearing, kind of like the velveteen rabbit of flowers
so of course, i had to run in and grab my camera and slap on the lensBABY and try to get in something before the light was gone
and of course, as these fall into decline, others continue to bloom or just bloom
and then i noticed the coneflowers - so many of the stems and blooms are dying, drying - the purple on their petals being overtaken with an ashy grey-black, and in their own decline, they are just as beautiful, now simply in a different way
takes me back to the whole wabi sabi principle of finding beauty and grace and value in things as they decay
some things just strike a chord
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