FLOWERS = HATE
I despise, revile, loath, completely and utterly hate flowers. I want to piss acid on them, salt their beds, pave them over and put rusting heaps of metal in their place. You might be thinking to yourself that this is an exaggeration of my actual opinion. It isn’t. In fact I’m not sure there is any way to convey the complete depth of my emotions in regards to flowers.
While twisting my body this way and that with camera in hand I like to imagine my eye might fire a concentrated beam, bounced by mirrors and focused by precision crafter lenses into a single point that would consume each flower I’ve taken photos in flames hotter than the sun. It never happens, but I dream it might.
Flowers are pretty, aesthetically pleasing, they smell nice and are actually fun to plant and care for. They’re an absolutely horrid to photograph. Take a unique photo of a flower, take something uncommon and original, just try and do it. That’s the problem, I can’t.
Every photo looks like the next, the details change but the main offence remains the same; they’re all the same. Taking a photo of a flower that offers something rare and pleasing is INCREDIBLY hard.
It’s so hard, in fact, that it has caused my deep seated antipathy towards this particular form of vegetation.