It is not a perfect bunch of flowers. In fact, it is not pretty by normal standards of assessement of beauty. If it were to enter a Miss Singapore contest, it would be disqualified plainly because it will be seen as a freak. But I was attracted to these dishevelled looking flowers that once-upon-a-time must have commanded the attention of some passer-by.
I was drawn to the melancholic droop of the petals because at the point when I happened to glance in their direction, the sun rays caught the tiny droplets of rain against the white of the petals and lighted up my day.
I was drawn to the melancholic droop of the petals because at the point when I happened to glance in their direction, the sun rays caught the tiny droplets of rain against the white of the petals and lighted up my day.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I forgot who said that. However, whoever said it must have experienced moments like these when beauty shows up unexpectedly and grows as you begin to spend some time getting to know it better.
To some people, these spider lilies are not worth photographing. I like to think that even those who are lesser endowed and disadvantaged are worth our time as much as those who are qualified to take part in beauty contests.
I want to show these flowers as having beauty and dignity even though they have passed the prime of their lives. That's what these photos are about.
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