It’s that time of year again when desperate for spring colour indoors I buy a bunch of tulips, then watch them slowly fade away. It has taken just over two weeks in my cool, basement kitchen for these pink ones to drop their petals. And, I think I have decided that there is something more beautiful about their fading glory than the stark, brash pinkness of fresh tulips.
There is something gently mournful about this process and this year it is more poignant than ever as we mark this day, March 11th 2021, when one year ago the World Health Organisation declared Covid-19 a pandemic.
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Agnes Ashe 
I must share this post with Sue Judd (https://suejudd.com/) . She’s the queen of dead flowers! And not so long ago, at the Bowes Museum, I watched a time lapse video of tulips dying – and it was a wonderful spectacle: https://margaret21.com/2017/08/05/snapshot-saturday-the-texture-of-tulips/
Wow, I would love to see that time-lapse film.
It was fascinating. I kept on being drawn back to it. I wonder if it’s online? Remind me to have trawl sometime soon.
Beautiful images, poetry in photographs.
Thank you, you’re very kind.
I am all or beauty in jhdecay, and have taken quite a few images of decaying tulips, Agnes!!
Yes, I think the Japanese with their wabi-sabi aesthetic sums up how I feel about this type of transient beauty.
And I will agree!
Interesting imagery!
I am not doing ‘uplifting’ at the moment!!
I can see stimuls for a design in these images Agnes.
Well, you know Mother Nature even in her dying moments is inspiring, but still very hard to capture.
sorry . stimulus.
😁 I guessed!!