This was my friend Chuy’s plant and every time I look at it, I think of him. He used to take my friend Betty and me out into the small villages to see precolumbian artifacts and ruins. I love the buds as much as the flowers–the shading and the tight little promise of delicate white flowers to come.
They are like presents that open themselves. Every day a new collection of perfect blooms.
Impossible to choose a favorite shot, so I’ll be as profuse as the plant and just include them all!