When it comes to flowers, unless they just happen to be in a found still life, I usually prefer shooting them after they’re dead and dried out. Mummified. But, like I say, anything that catches my eye, and that’s just what this beauty did. Those colors jumped right out at me and said, hey, where ya goin in such a hurry? Stop and take a picture!
I was almost home after shooting in the market, and could see some commotion at the end of the block, and I was in a hurry to see what was going on. But there, alone, save for some unopened buds, Hanging at eye level from a rusty iron post, was this flower that I’m so glad I paused to shoot.
Oh, the commotion? It was the Municipal Police stopping traffic to let a motorcycle funeral procession pass by. More on that day later and on Instagram @johnfarnsworthphotographer.