I have no memory of this flower. My telephone backs up photos to the cloud and my desktop, where I am now typing, grabs them and keeps them ready for viewing. I discovered this quite by accident not long ago, though it was a major selling point for the cloud. Here was a magnificent flower between two pedestrian photographs with nothing to tell me about where I was. Is it possible I simply responded to the color and kept walking? Is it an old flower? A dying flower? Or is it simply rough around the edges? It seems to be holding on to life with a very firm grip. Or am I just imagining that? This, I believe, is my favorite flower picture. One that I found this morning. It has so many questions and so very few answers.