a legacy of beauty

this dried dahlia has been sitting on my specimen table since autumn. it’s a bit dusty, but still magnificent. more, and more, and more i am attracted to the spent, dying, past-their-prime, dried  flowers. it’s not so much an existential fascination with impermanence and aging, as it is an aesthetic attraction. i simply find them more pleasing–the color more muted, and the details more visible and interesting. a dahlia is a dahlia is a dahlia.

dried dahlia flower