Flowers in a field, flowers in a flower stall, flowers represented in still life, painted or otherwise, most of the time they shine in full glory. Flowers are discarded when loss of beauty sets in. I save these flowers from the garbage bin. Their shape is changing when aging, as are we people get older and age. It all started with the tulips, later the peonies and some other flowers. I set up a tent to make my macro photographs of aging flowers, still beautiful. 

The chaos on my kitchen counter is complete, even making pictures on the electric hot plate, not hot of course.