I took this photo on the day we visited the tribute site outside of Prince’s mansion, Paisley Park. We walked back to the car from the memorial site feeling a bit somber about life and those who have departed. Then I saw a bed of yellow dandelions popping up along the walk that lead me to the top of the hill where these beauty existed.
Somehow I am drawn to this kind of natural setting — deserted, neglected, and forgotten. They don’t beg for attention; they just stand there…serving whatever purpose that they were set out to do for their surroundings. Perhaps they were waiting for me to showcase their beautiful imperfection, just for once. Otherwise, nobody paid any heed to them year around; neither in their thriving green of summer nor withering grey of winter.
And here is the bed of dandelions that lead me there.