It’s official

I have officially flipped: I now consistently feel that dried flowers are more beautiful than their peak form. So much structure and detail is revealed once all the fleshiness has evaporated. Yes, the colors fade, but those muted earth tones are more pleasing to me. Instead of calling for my attention like flashing lights on a an emergency vehicle, the softer palette puts color into balance with the other elements of the composition. Everything is in harmony. And I can relax. And enjoy the subject in all its detailed magnificence.

dried gentian flowers (Gentiana lutea)