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Two and a half flowers

Two white flowers, and one that’s already given up, are huddled together in the meager shade of the deck.

Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.24.2020

Dead Tulips

I had a tiny, tiny surgical procedure a while back (it was so tiny that from going back to the operating room to walking out the door to go home was just over an hour) but my sweet friend Janet thought I’d earned a lovely bouquet of tulips.

Remembering the photographic success I had with week-old roses (also from Janet!), I save the tulips until they started to fall apart. As you can tell, old tulips aren’t quite as compelling as those roses. But still, I had to try.

my kitchen table
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 1.24.2018

Last week’s roses

I had a little reception at my house last month for my good friend Brett Erickson, who’d been the juror for a photography show at the Buddy Holly Center. My friend Janet did the food and decorations for it. She’s amazing, and turned my vintage dinnerware into vases, which she filled with some of most beautiful roses ever.

And, a week later, the roses were fading but still beautiful.

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 7.28.2017

Fleurs

Well, of course I’d have fresh flowers every day if I lived around here.

Marché des Enfants Rouges
Paris, France
photographed 6.10.2017

March 7

Sorry to be so technical, but I am going to describe these as “small flowers, white.” They are in my front yard, under the live oak tree.

Lubbock, Texas

photographed 3.4.2012

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