Flowers are like sunsets, in that if you can compose and expose the frame properly, it’s pretty much a slam-dunk that you’re going to be walking away with good, if not very good, photographs.
Not long ago, my wife brought home a basket of white azaleas. Although I’ve seen azaleas umpteen times in the past, something caught my eye this time around. Maybe it was the late afternoon light, maybe the subtle variations of yellowish white, the soft curls of the flowers’ edges, or any combination of the above. All I knew was that I wanted to photograph them.