From the Vault: Daisies

This is an image that I originally shot on film, with my Minolta, oh, a million years ago.

I love flowers. All of them. It’s a trope, photographs of flowers. But like the nude, the flower is impossible to photograph only once or the same. Not a single one of them is the same. Not the same color. Not the same shape. And constantly changing. The definition of the arrested moment.

These daisies are long gone.

But as long as this photo exists, the memory of them remains. This moment. This light. This color.

Just like us.

I think that’s why we keep taking photographs of flowers. We’re just looking in the mirror of our own mortality and being arrested in the moment by its beauty.

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