The intimate heart of a tulip

What, we wondered, enables us to see, forces us to pay attention, yields the startling, essential, cracked-open image?



I return, I said, to the camera's eye.  I practice seeing by training the lens on the interior of an object, the corner of a room, the splaying of light, the hurried-up something.  I take, for example, a macro lens to the intimate heart of a tulip, where beauty is architecture and dust.



Thank you, Mario, for the flowers.