I was wandering around the Denver Botanic Garden looking for the perfect flower.
The problem was...
I had absolutely no idea what the perfect flower was.
I mean, what flower should I call "perfect" and finally end my search?
I had no idea.
So I kept walking in circles, with this strange feeling that I would simply know when I found it. I would see it... and somehow understand.
Well, this one wasn't it. And don't ask me why.
























