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Nothing in Particular
Jun. 29th, 2017 10:53 pmThis evening, I took a walk.
I found some peonies nearing the end of their insane blooming period, looking, as they do, like a bunch of drunk debutantes the after the ball: utterly exhausted by their own beauty and disheveled in a way their mothers wouldn't stand for.
Of course, my favourite picture of the evening is this one, where nothing at all is in focus. I have others that are "better," but I still like this one best. You'll just have to take my word for it on the debutante thing. I'm right, though. The next time you see a bunch of peonies, tell me they haven't just fallen asleep in their ball gowns, a trail of pearls and high heels and hairpins in their wake.
I found some peonies nearing the end of their insane blooming period, looking, as they do, like a bunch of drunk debutantes the after the ball: utterly exhausted by their own beauty and disheveled in a way their mothers wouldn't stand for.
Of course, my favourite picture of the evening is this one, where nothing at all is in focus. I have others that are "better," but I still like this one best. You'll just have to take my word for it on the debutante thing. I'm right, though. The next time you see a bunch of peonies, tell me they haven't just fallen asleep in their ball gowns, a trail of pearls and high heels and hairpins in their wake.
