Flowers have always mesmerized me, not just because of their color and beauty. I see them as small vignettes, movies, videos, of life. Flowers arrive in perfect condition, filled with color, crisp and beautiful and strong, and just a few days later they brim with character, with life, visited by sun, rain, bugs and beetles, bees and wind. In a week or so, flowers are seasoned things, they speak to us of life itself, they are the very mirror of it, encompassing the beauty and light of the world, and the marks of time. There is so much going on with them, so much happens to them.