FLOWERS

I don't photograph flowers at their peak. That moment feels too obvious, too insistent on being noticed. What draws me is what comes before and after—the bud still tight with possibility, the petal beginning to curl at its edge, the morning when dew makes everything luminous before the sun burns it away.

Flowers are studies in impermanence. They bloom, they fade, and the most interesting moments happen in the margins of that brief life. I move in close to find where light catches on a curve, where water beads on silk, where color deepens just before it starts to go. These aren't arrangements or celebrations—they're observations of beauty that knows it's temporary.

What I'm searching for isn't prettiness. It's the quiet acknowledgment that everything lovely is also leaving, and that's what makes it worth seeing at all.

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