I am by no means a photographer, and I don't say that because I'm humble. It's the truth; however, I do love to take pictures. And there's something about capturing a split second of time that is so appealing and sentimental that I really can't resist.
The tulips themselves are so pretty, too. They have a sort of symbolic value, and are double-sided, like a sword. They only bloom at the right time, every spring, and they're so tender and young and fresh and they smell lovely. And, of course, they happen to be my favorite color: purple. If there were enough I would gather them, and make a beautiful bouquet and hang them up to dry to enjoy them; unfortunately, I think tulips are only a thing to be enjoyed for the moment, and then should be let to pass, so that their fragrance and form can be wholly enjoyed, like a surprise, on unexpected occasions. I've seen people buy tulips before, but I think they should mutually agree with me in that it's never so nice to buy them as to pick them fresh or, better yet, find them somewhere random, like in the park or by the roadside while driving past. And then, when they die, I'm always so disappointed. But it's okay, because the next spring, they'll be there waiting for me to capture them again in the camera lens.
Parallel.
