I enjoyed a wonderful afternoon with my sweetie… the dead flowers are not meant to be some bizarre visual metaphor. I just happened to be staring at them. I’ve been looking at them for months actually. I keep wondering “why keep this dead plant on your front step?” We may never know the answer (they do not belong to my girlfriend, by the way):
To balance things off, I have these alive plants taken on Knight Street:
And some spray paint on tar also on Knight Street:
I love afternoon sunlight when it gives everything a golden look.