fleeting brevity of pleasure

Wildflowers/weeds are brave: they just grow wherever they want to and don’t even care.

I spotted these flowers, which were at once tenacious and fragile, growing in front of an abandoned, scary motel. The flowers were doing what they could to, in the time they had, to soften the scene.

Mason, Texas
photographed 4.12.2026

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