Ever since I’ve “discovered” my camera, there’s nothing more fascinating to me than getting these flower shots. There’s a whole lot of depth to flowers that I often overlook. Flowers in general are pleasing to the eye, but I never take the time to look at them up close. I was pleasantly surprised at what I discovered through the camera lens this time.

On the same token, it is rare that I take the time to look at my flowers from a different angle. But when I do, I find that they are just as beautiful to me from these strange viewpoints as they are in their intended configurations.

I was going to make this into some sort of metaphor for the way things in my life been going. As of late, I feel out of touch with my humanity — easily angered, often discontent — because I’ve grown cynical about giving people the benefit of the doubt. I was going to wax poetic about how people are like flowers; if we only took the time to get to know each other more personally or view the world from each other’s eyes, then maybe we would all come to a higher appreciation for why we are the way we are. And maybe we would not waste time fighting each other (physically, mentally, verbally) all the time. I know I’m branding myself a drama queen when I say this, but such conflict weighs down the soul. But I’m just tired and a little cranky and all I have right now are these photos of the bouquet that E bought me this weekend, and they are making my soul feel a little lighter and that’s all that really matters to my sanity. Metaphors will have to wait.

And honestly, I sort of hope they’re making you a little happy too. Because that would be a step in the right direction, and a big help in bringing me that much closer to feeling like a human being again.