Petals and Perspectives

Wandering through the Koko Crater Botanical Garden on a drizzly day, I recalled my cousin's remark: if you find flowers in your photo gallery, you’re getting old. I chuckled—maybe I’m just ancient or missed the memo. Who knew that more flower images could indicate aging?

I was curating a collection of plumerias—my gallery might even become a botanical exhibition soon! Interested in my vintage hibiscus collection? As I strolled among the enchanting trees, the waning days of September marked the season's end, with rain casting a soft glow.

Then I spotted photographers with softboxes, capturing models as if for a magazine cover. It felt like a day dedicated to floral beauty—or a clever way to charm the subjects. With a sigh, I composed a shot of a rain-soaked blossom, debating black and white versus vibrant color. My floral pursuits might suggest I’m getting old, but I’m simply a connoisseur of grace—one flower at a time. Or maybe it’s time to dive back into street photography to keep up with the cool kids. Who knew embracing my inner flower enthusiast could hint at maturity?