Wizened Petals

Gerry brought them home a week or so ago: loud, brash looking tulips.

I pulled out my camera, affixed my macro lens, and shot a few images—knowing I’d convert them to black and white in post processing. They were too much for the calm I hungered for.

Now they’re long past their prime and there’s a different beauty in their wizened petals. I see truth when I look at them and I leave them on the table for another day.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Author of The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved and Two Hearts: An Adoptee's Journey Through Grief to Gratitude.
2 comments
  1. Beautiful!

  2. Years ago I wrote a poem about tulips that looked a lot like this.

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