Some years ago, I was in a courtyard taking pictures of the flowers there when I noticed something off about these beautiful, colored plants.
Each petal, of each flower, was unraveling. The petals were shedding threads.
The flowers were fake.
I was so disappointed. Who puts fake plants outside? It seemed deceptive and sad.
The truth is that if you want to know the difference between a fake flower and a real flower, it's that the fake flower is often too good to be true. The real flower has flaws, curled petals, dried outer leaves. The real flower reacts to its surroundings, bends to the light, droops from the rain, is so thin, the light shines through.
The real flower is fragile.
The real flower is detailed in ways the fake flower could never be.
Like this flower I took a picture of this morning. Look how it opens itself to the world, how its interior almost looks like cotton candy. There's something magical about it, something alien, something beyond the scope of human imagination.
This is reality.
Each petal, of each flower, was unraveling. The petals were shedding threads.
The flowers were fake.
I was so disappointed. Who puts fake plants outside? It seemed deceptive and sad.
The truth is that if you want to know the difference between a fake flower and a real flower, it's that the fake flower is often too good to be true. The real flower has flaws, curled petals, dried outer leaves. The real flower reacts to its surroundings, bends to the light, droops from the rain, is so thin, the light shines through.
The real flower is fragile.
The real flower is detailed in ways the fake flower could never be.
Like this flower I took a picture of this morning. Look how it opens itself to the world, how its interior almost looks like cotton candy. There's something magical about it, something alien, something beyond the scope of human imagination.
This is reality.
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