Does it really matter?
Not to me, I have to admit. It doesn’t matter if something is dead or alive, there is still much beauty to be found.
In fact I used to love to shoot dead flowers when I was younger, but had no interest in the pristine nature of living ones.
Here again, as always I appreciate so much about the dead or dying as much as the vibrancy and colour of life.
Perhaps it says something of my experience in needing to look at death fairly early in my life. And having to confront it fairly often too.
Having to face it and having to see more than the absence of life. Needing to see more. Searching for more.
Or perhaps it is in that knowledge that there is beauty, even in the most unlikely places, even in watching something perish.
Very harsh when we try and relate that to our human lives.
We can only try.