went to my aunt’s place the other day, just before she took off for kuching. there was this small plastic pot of arranged flowers, and they were dying, but still very beautiful. i couldn’t resist taking their pictures, and didn’t get enough time to fully exploit their ‘slow death’ so i brought the pot home. still not satisfied, but at least i’ve tried something different.

i experimented with different angles and focus points for each picture, and finally settled on these few after post-processing. they are all titled, though the meaning of each title and picture may differ from a person to another, have fun interpreting them. to me, each picture told a story, and each story inspired me. somehow, in my mind’s eye, these flowers weren’t just plants – they felt almost human and they had their own voices. i was especially attracted to the dying daisies, and the white carnation. enchanting.

it has its very own gallery page, but i’ll be showing a few here. =)

familiar austerity.

dreamer.

forsaken.

to the end.

to A Very Floral Story.