#313 - Blossom at Dusk

The early blossom is endlessly exquisite, even on the drab days we have been having.  I took this photo at the end of the day, the light was fading and as soon as I placed the flowers on the stone the wind, which had turned cold, would whip them away and tumble them into the mud. Three times I picked them up from where they had been scattered and eventually I gave up and headed for home.  But later, when I checked my phone, one of the pictures had come out perfectly... the rough stone, the beautiful flowers casting stamen shadows on the rock behind, and a glimpse of the darkening sky beyond.