Back in August some friends sent me a lovely orchid as a get-well gift. Gorgeous flowers. Naturally, they died, and we thought, that’s the end of that. We’d heard how delicate orchids were.
But we did not discard the empty stalk, just moved it to another room on the off-chance. Much to our delight, the “delicate” blossoms have responded to a modicum of benign neglect, and once more we have great beauty made even more wonderful by it’s complete unexpectedness.
I’ve also been combing a new book of Edward Weston photographs and feeling the urge to do new photography. It’s been a while, so…