Getting caught up in documenting the traces of fall I realized something. I like less-than-perfect much better perfect. Just like a perfect singing voice can be infinately boring. Decay in any form brings out a much more interesting personality than pure beauty.
On this mild October morning I had an hour to spend on Christianshavn before the start of my mindfulness class. It was a grey day though no rain to threaten my camera. I don’t know where the idea came from to photograph what came after the lovely flowers, but I got so caught up I was almost late for class.
Remember the gorgous hollyhocks from Christianshavn? Such as this one…
Well, they look a little different in late fall.
The interesting question to me is: How does this make you feel? My first reaction was a melancholic feeling of sadness. But try to look at it a little closer. Once I detached from the idea that flowers need to be colorfull and in bloom I began seeing this as truly beautiful. Less flashy, to be sure, but no less beautiful.