A Magnolia in Mt LawleyShire: a photo essay on time

The magnolia flower I have been waiting for opened before I went out in the morning, and I inhaled the perfume before I saw it.

 

 

 

 

It closed for the evening.

The morning saw it opened wide

 

 

 

   

She watched me taking photos

Then it rained

 

 

 

Tonight’s welcome rain will weigh down the petals and tomorrow, only the seed stem will remain and the perfume will be gone.