When there are flowers around, I photograph them. The colors are vivid, the shapes are somehow orderly and chaotic, and they seem so… unnecessary. I’m sure flowers are very important in the grand scheme of things, nature being as efficient and purposeful as it is–but they are so ostentatious and unapologetically wonderful. And they bloom, year after year, blossoming in their own season.
Does a sunflower care if yellow isn’t “in season?” Does it compare itself to the snapdragon and think “I’m so huge and round, I’ll just stay home because I can’t compare to such a delicate and unique flower”? No, the sunflower shoots up towards the sky and blooms into a decidedly solid flower whose leaves produce more shade than a young tree.
