A tulip towards the end of its life is hardly an intuitive subject for a debut post.
A bloom evidently past its prime is hardly an object you would expect to find beauty. Yet, here it is – sporadically fading pigments creating an alluring range of shades of the original pink-purple, intensified at the dried frilly edges; deepened texture lines flowing through every curve of the silky petals, as if some magical brushstrokes had moved through thin air and defined the bloom’s very form – a feast for the eye, the eye willing to see.
When we are in quiet appreciation of something (or someone), those moments spawn a sense of calm and peace inside us.
For seeing beauty unfiltered by preconceptions and expectations, this aging tulip is perfectly fitting for the debut of this blog.
Happy sightings!
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