I took a photo of the white tulips, a quick shot, a forgotten snap.

The next morning, I posed them on the table adding a canvas to the background, a candle in the foreground, lights on and lights off, an interesting book, some seashells. 

In the end the best shot was the simple one I’d taken the day before, as I was headed for the dog leash and a late afternoon walk. 

So much of life is like this, where the un-orchestrated is the most pleasing, the image that works.

Note to self: allow things to be themselves, independent, uncluttered and free— people, ideas, love, tulips. 

you forgot her—
and it set the course of my life