They indeed have lives of their own--albeit short ones. From their unique perspective they must've seen it all.
Lately I've been taking pics of flowers in the city for my next batch of photo-postcards and wondered what stories these blooms could tell.
These flowers, like people, are at different stages in their lives. Here are the ones that caught my eye:
This resonated with me the most.
A fallen sunflower, lost and isolated.
Coneflowers, withered and spent now that summer is losing its grip.
Two lone daisies nestled together by a recent rainstorm. One protecting the other.
This flower was gone the next day.
A commanding hibiscus, alone yet independent and growing upward.
A rosebud symbolizing new growth.
Different trials and tribulations to go through. Circumstances to accept and change.
Funny how mother nature can mirror our own lives, wouldn't you say?
Ah, the things we'd learn if flowers could talk.....