malindi-indie

They are odd things, flowers. They sit on my desk all day slowly dying while their families are in my yard sprouting new life. I love flowers, but taking pictures of them really destroys me. I take far too many pictures of flowers and I hate myself for taking all these floral pictures, but I can't stop. I respect the flowers life enough to preserve it, but find myself disliking all my many pictures of them. Maybe this is just me...but hell wouldn't you rather smell them rather then look at them? I wish it would snow and I wouldn't have to think about flowers. My sister says..."well then take pictures of people!" Hmpf...I would if I didn't ...