this bouquet was sitting on a bench. i wonder what its story is - perhaps a forgotten bridal or bridesmaid arrangement or a prop for an engagement or birthday or other celebratory event. i can imagine it being left as an offering in loving memory to the person memorialized by the bench, or something else. regardless of its origin - or its fate - i enjoyed it for the brief moments it took for me to take its picture, the colors and shapes expressing love and joy clearly to me.
