“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Billy Kidd (yes, the one from yesterday’s post) is a talented photographer. His series of decaying flowers is so moody and mysterious. He should really consider shooting for Bloom Magazine. Here are some of my favorite dying flowers shot by Billy Kidd.