…i took this shot at Charles Sauriol Conservation Area (Toronto, Ontario)…the flower caught my attention for some strange reason…i was actually drawn to it…i lingered for about two minutes before i depressed the shutter…sorry but i can’t help equating this short poem by Izumi Shikibu to the image:
to grow old in this world
the flowers I pick lose their beauty,
dyed with dark ink.
…something beautiful happens when photography and poetry is merged…a moment wonderfully blossoms and something profound is usually revealed…something is awakened…and i end up getting more inspired to shoot and to write…