We found ourselves flush with flowers leftover from the wedding. My wife, loath to let go of the blessed day, repeatedly asked me to photograph these floral remnants. After serving their intended purpose, every day they wilted a little more, and there were fewer and fewer presentable petals. Dutiful husband that I am trying to be, I set up this little scene with what I thought were the last survivors of a once plentiful collection.
By the way, most of these flowers were delivered in the mail, boxed up and fresh, all the way from Colombia (the country). We’ve come a long way since the Pony Express.