On an early morning walk down to the lake, I chanced upon an evening primrose. We call them a gumbo lily in these parts. As the proper name implies, the evening primrose blooms in the evening, stays open for but one night, and then wilts in the heat of the next day. They rely on night-flying moths for pollination.
I consider finding a primrose
in the morning the very best of luck.
They are big but quite fragile.
When I knelt down to capture an
image, I discovered my phone was on selfie mode. Normally this annoys me. But this time I felt somewhat amused. Just for fun, I thought I might try a photograph
of me looking down at the flower and another of the flower looking up at me.
Evening Primrose
Me
—Mitchell Hegman
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