Dahlias
Dahlias—those ubiquitous street-side companions—never fail to beckon me. Their abundance is a testament to their resilience, each petal a nod to nature’s artistry. And so, when I stumbled upon this particular Dahlia, I knew I had to pause and pay my respects.
Variety, they say, is the spice of life. And in the world of Dahlias, it’s a veritable feast. Hundreds of them, each with its unique flair, parade through our neighborhood. As I meander along familiar streets, I keep my eyes peeled for the unexpected—the one that hasn’t yet graced my lens.
And there it was: a Dahlia resplendent in its brightness, fully formed like a miniature sunburst. The light, oh, the light—it played upon its petals, revealing every intricate detail. This wasn’t happenstance; it was orchestrated perfection. The right bloom, the right moment, the right light.
So, I stood there, an admirer in the golden hour, marveling at this floral revelation. Dahlias are never just Dahlias—they’re stories waiting to be told, colors waiting to be captured. And this one? It whispered secrets to the sun, and I was there to listen. Enjoy!
