Stigma, style, and stamens

I buy cut flowers at the grocery store from time to time. I’m sure that the person who rings me up thinks I’m buying them for a girlfriend or a wife, but I’m currently unattached. I buy them for myself.

The Japanese have raised flower arranging to an art form. I think of it every time I place the flowers one by one into a vase. I aspire to beauty, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I just go about it quietly and mindfully. That’s the whole point, really – I buy flowers for myself when I need a little inner peace. Sometimes I stay in that place by photographing them, moving in close, looking for a beautiful composition. Such was the case this day. I leave it to you to decide whether I succeeded.


Captured: Stigma, style, and stamens


15 thoughts on “Captured: Stigma, style, and stamens

  1. Dani says:

    Ah, flower Zen. Brilliant flowers give me energy; soft colors provide peace; planting and tending to them provides therapy; all are a reminder of God’s presence and His amazing artistry.

    • I hang my head in shame — I used autofocus. If I recall correctly, I did have to try a whole bunch of times to get autofocus to do what I wanted to, though.

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