When I first started adding photography to clerkmanifesto, a curious road that currently seems to be leading me more and more into drawing and painting, the earliest inspirations were flowers. And among the first great blooms in Spring, when I started, were the Magnolias.
Every year after that first, I would take pictures of the Magnolias. Their bloom happened so fast and felt so early, often with snow still on the ground, that they felt extra special, and every stage of their flowering and fecundity delighted me. I loved their twisted little buds, the dazzlement of their lush blooms against the cold blue midwestern skies, and their multicolored decays. They were always gone too before I felt like I was repeating myself.
And then I moved to France.
And I figured most things would be different.
Things are different.
For instance, the flowers never never never stop around here. There are things blooming exactly the same, and in the same place, as they were blooming when we first moved to this city three months ago. And some of these flowers are so showy! I know them from expensive bouquets and dreams of jungles, but here they just... are. Waiting around with a smile on their face, in the dirt.
So I wasn't really thinking there would be Magnolias.
But there are Magnolias!
They don't stand out as much, but they're just as pretty.
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