One might think I would tire of sharing pictures of flowers by now. Since I can’t grow them, I photograph them! The truth is that I never tire of photographing flowers — new angles and different lighting reveal the beauty in each flower.
Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, (2.1.169-72), William Shakespeare
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