As you know, I love photographing flowers. This morning the fading blossoms on my magnificent red amaryllis caught my eye. It is easy to be drawn to the beauty of the newly opened bloom, but there is a kind of beauty as well in it as it fades and withers.
Look at her, even as her edges are curling and withering and her deep red is fading to a washed out purple, she waves the stigma of her pistil still, hoping some wayward breeze or insect will drop pollen in her and make her bear fruit before she dries up and drops off.
Aging isn't for cowards.