My neighbor, Alex, grows the most magnificent dahlias.
End of August, beginning of September they begin unfurling their many petals forming softball sized orbs of wings.
I used to strive for the perfect photo of the perfect flower at the perfect time of day. I've moved toward favoring a flower's reality. The dust of orange pollen. Petals just beginning to add a touch of brown to their whiteness.Edges of a frothy delight.
