While bouquets of fresh, new flowers are wonderful, I also get great pleasure out of seeing them slowly change as they age. From tight buds to down-turned, open blossoms to, in the end, petals falling on the table—all stages of a bouquet, especially this time of the year, have their own beauty.
This bouquet of tulips we’ve enjoyed is now on its way to the compost pile and the several hundred photographs I made of them over the course of the week have been culled to fewer than thirty. I’ll live with those for a bit and then probably delete half or more.
I was amazed at how challenging it was to get satisfying photographs the particular variety of multi-colored parrot tulips—my roving eye enjoys the combination of colors but in most cases the camera sensor does not!
A gorgeous surprise were the stunning white blooms with their base of delicate yellows and greens.
What a delight also to see the whole bouquet in different kinds of light—infinite combinations of reflection and translucence—so magical.
These are the last of the photographs that I saw this week.