Metamorphoses
This has been going on for almost a month, from March 7 to this day. Tulips placed in a vase were first pleased with the blossoming of buds, and then with the processes of maturation and wilting.
Usually we rush to get rid of bouquets, the flowers have slightly wilted and that's it, we throw them away. But this time I decided to endure to the full end, putting the withered flowers on the far shelf in the workshop, and there is still no end in sight, because withered flowers acquire a special beauty. Anyway, for me, and I'm photographing it.
This is the mystery of flowers, which we illegally interfere with by spying on them and understanding little. And they live and end their lives, independently of us, with the awareness of their own beauty in all phases of life.
такой должна быть и жизнь человека )
ну у кого-то получается стареть красиво.
да)) далеко не у всех.
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