Of the many images I captured when we were at the tulip festival earlier this week, this one is my favourite.
It’s not loud and part of the crowd. The flower in this photograph is quiet, strong, and distinctive. The closed waxy petals are hope. Wisdom and wonder are hidden inside.
It reminds me that silence and solitude are gifts. That the loudest voice isn’t always the one worth the privilege of having my attention, and that quiet is ofttimes the better thing.
By now, in real life, this tulip is probably open and perhaps already starting to fade. Maybe the peak of its splendour was at the instant I captured this image. Or maybe it’s greatest glory will come as petals drop one by one. Who’s to say?