lasts

The last of the tulips have faded, the petals suddenly shriveling and dropping. When they were blooming, I would sit and look at them, thinking that this moment in time will never happen again, and that the flowers, so ephemeral, would be gone in a few days. That moment, however, felt like forever, as if the tulips blooming was the only existence possible, for it was the only moment that I existed in. Which is, of course, how we all live, whether live that way mentally or not. Photography feels a bit melancholy, a way to try to live in the past. As such, is photography a negative force, preventing us from living in the present?

The tulips have faded. Their time is past. It is the way of life.