at some point in the life of a daily blog, you run out of ideas. you’ve plucked all the low hanging fruit, you’ve stood on tiptoes and grabbed some of the fruit above your head. you’ve stood on a ladder. and you’ve climbed the tree. and one day, there’s no fruit left. in my case, you’ve taken photos of single flowers. of arranged flowers. of wilted flowers. of dried flowers. of flower buds. of the roots of flowers. of the scattered petals of flowers. and one day, you’ve run out of ideas. that’s when you look at a tulip past its prime, and recognize the curve of its stem, and you remember the bone collection in the basement, and suddenly things get interesting again.

tulip and bone