To be clear: these flowers were fresh and fragrant when I received them. Ten days later, though, they were neither of those things.

You know my mind rarely follows a straight line, so maybe you’ll see that this made sense to me: I thought it would be entertaining to turn the “dew on flowers” trope around and make dewy drops all over dead flowers. I know: it sounds dumb now that I see it written down. And maybe I ought to have written it down BEFORE I took a pile of photos.

I don’t know how much trope-turning I did, but I did find out that wet, dead roses are really stinky.

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.18.2024