...dusk proper. This is the time God walks in His garden and views His flowers.

But her petals! No more beauteous in their virgin blush than when they curl inward and begin to build a hip,

No more wondrous in their most flagrant, perfect, sensual beauty than when they curl outward again in their proud imperfections, their purpose manifest

Her words, my translation...

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The story here is of a simple challenge issued by my son, the budding photographer: "Gee, Dad, I bet you could even make a dead flower look good."

It took a bit of exploration, but the garden yielded a unique white daffodil. This one had somehow missed the vagaries of weather and insects; and instead of withering, the petals had sun dried over a few days to create the effect captured here...