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  • Flowers are used to give imagery to so many of our human emotions and behaviors. Roses, for example, are used to express love, friendship, reliance, physical beauty in our personage, and many other inferences as to who we are, or how we feel.

    There's small wonder why we see the connection flowers have to our perceptions of self, they are everything we could ever hope to be or feel, have or hold; they are magnificence.

    The flowers here are chicory, and they are a perfect example of one facet of this commonality of behaviors, emotions, and reactions; 'courtship', as I have recently observed.

    Many of us, in our youth, have had occasion to hope for the favor of a beautiful person we knew, only to watch them pass from our reach because we were afraid to let them know how we felt about them, or because we thought the time wasn't right. They may have even been as interested in us, but felt the same reticence in approaching us, and the connection was never made between us. The lesson we should have learned is, 'don't make me wait too long', but alas, we are too soon old, and too late smart. People, just like flowers, show their radiance for a reason. If it goes unnoticed, it fades from our grasp forever.

    I took this photograph just this morning. I would have taken it yesterday, but I wanted to wait for just the right light; softer afternoon shadows, to take the picture, as the light at the time was directly on the flowers, and would have burned too much of the delicate details out of the image. By the time I felt the time was right, the flowers had disappeared into a ball of grey.

    Chicory flowers, I now know, are very short lived. They open slowly with the early morning sun, and for only a short time to attract insects to pollinate them, then they close up forever as the sun beats down on them harshly. Much like the favors of one of the beautiful young ladies from my youth, they wouldn't wait for me to seize the 'perfect' opportunity to capture their radiance for myself, they passed out of my reach.

    It was as if they were telling me "Don't make me wait for you."... but I didn't hear, or heed their advice, I waited too long.

    I didn't make that mistake twice in my own life, and I have three beautiful flowers as children to show for getting smart before I got too old. Now I know better when taking pictures too.

    Please excuse the bad light, the flowers wouldn't wait.
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