Flowers are a momentous thing, in the most literal sense. They live life in the fast lane, and you must do your best to keep your eyes open, lest they zip by without you ever noticing. Sure, trees and shrubs and plants blossom every spring, but I’ve never gotten used to it. I always step back in mild shock the first time they remind me that this is what they do. “Oh, yeah – THAT!” People mostly take shots of flowers in their hey-day, of course, which is fine. Buds and flowers with limp, brown-curled edges can also be interesting photos, but not in the same way. A flower in its prime exudes a robust energy and other beings are automatically attracted to that aspect.