More fooling around with Flora.
This is a rather ordinary picture. Still, the manifold forms of Flora are always interesting.
(Comment: The other day someone asked me a very ordinary question that still succeeded in totally surprising me. “Do you have a garden?” Answer: No. I photograph other people’s flowers.)
[Flowers are a veritable minefield! There are so many exploding mines you could step on, so many wells you could fall into: banality, sentimentality, prettiness, saccharine sweetness, obsequiousness. That is maybe why I photograph flowers. I like to live dangerously.]