I may have finally let go of this astonishing plant, although I'm not sure, it keeps surprising me. I've written lots about this - here and again here and I could probably find a few more but you get the point. Do I get bored with such a presence in my midst? No, it's not that. Just that I keep coming back to shoot this and perhaps I ought to be able to capture it in less than twenty shots. I sense that when the series is done, I'll know the two or three images that are worth keeping, that tell the story. But for now, each day's change is worthy of note. The culling comes later.
For now, I feel a bit shy to have this glorious being in the living room, as though it deserves some better, more refined setting. Or some better, more sensitive recorder of its life. You know, it has eight separate blossoms - so even when I stitch images together, I still have a hard time enclosing it all, much less capturing the wild variety present in this one expression from this one bulb. There is a way in which it is feverishly excessive - in a quiet, plant-like way. It has so much to say and there is such an on-going story here. I'm blessed to have been given this to share.