"Who knew so many shades of white could exist in one blossom?
They say white is not absence of color, but its fullness.
A painter's box laden with pearl necklace, cigarette smoke, bone china, milk.
Cloudbank and table linen, oyster shell, starlight."
an excerpt from a poem about the magnolia by Peter Pareira
At last a flower at my height: I can get this photo before it fades!
Thanks for the follow Maggie Mae. So you're a fellow NZer :) Found one at last. :))) The shot is beautiful with the lovely shades of white and the poem is lovely!
