This is as pretty as one flower need ever be. It has shape, color and mild irregularity, without which it would seem artificial. But not the irregularity of sloppiness or defect. The irregularity of perfection. I think kindergarteners understand this better than adults. They paint each petal better or more cursorily than the next. Each one different. Each one the same. In the end, a perfect flower. I’m sure I’ve taken numerous pictures of this flower and found different things to say about it. But when the light changes, so does everything. This was the first picture I took of this flower… today.