I’ve always loved those photos of long-stalked flowers bursting with springtime freshness and bathed in soft morning light. I grew up in tropics where we were always told there is only one season: summer. No springtime flowers for me.
To my everlasting delight, I chanced upon the tropical equivalent of those spring blooms in the parking lot of a busy furniture store this morning. I was overjoyed when the photo came out exactly how I hoped. There you go naysayers, there can be spring in the tropics too. That one season thing doesn’t seem to be completely true after all.