On my kitchen windowsill stands a live orchid. It is upright, proud and outstanding. It seems that its proudness is derived from the pleasure that it gives to me. As usual, for every enjoyment that I experience the camera is in my hand.
I photographed and photographed as if it is the sublimation of my beautiful days. And when I examine the orchid it is as if I am examining and enjoying myself.
As the days passed on, it began to wither. It bowed its head and then its shoulders. The plant nursery suggested shearing it. I did so and honorably relocated it in my impromptu studio near a window where the light varies during the day. And as if by routine, I continued to photograph it non-stop. All during the day I photographed, enjoyed and began to realize that while aging there is also beauty, Delicate and not amazing with a meaningful gentle and quiet beauty – I was totally satisfied.