Coral, peach, rose, bubblegum, flamingo, ballet-slipper, salmon, rouge, punch – all shades of pink.
Does every possible colour in the sky have a name? What is the lingering sunlight called? Are these names absolute or are they mere approximations? Do they do justice? Do we need to name every colour or can we leave some alone? Is there a colour of love? Wonder what its name is.
It was shining atop a tall tree a few minutes ago. Now fallen on the roadside.
Wonder how alive it still is,
She emerged from the fields on my left while I was walking on a country-road this evening. She looked so real. So earthy. So lovely.
Before I knew it, I was asking her permission to take a photo of her. Saying neither yes, nor no, she went her way. I felt utterly foolish for thinking I could catch anything about her in a photo. She must’ve been tired after a long day at work. I wonder what it was I wanted to capture and why. I wonder how she felt in that moment. I wonder if living in a village is enough to extricates the city-dweller in you.
A few seconds later I turned around and clicked.
Wonder how the Heliconia stem, which is normally absolutely vertical, get into that dainty curve!
( Floral arrangement style: Ikebana : Shoka Shimputai
Materials: Heliconia flowers, leaves and Golden verbena.)
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