One curious little hydrangea defying the season and the setting.
What's especially cool is that it was shot in a Montmartre cemetery in the middle January. A living flower, in the middle of the winter, in a graveyard. It's hard not to go to the symbolism, right?
Have a great weekend, everyone.
UPDATE: Okay, look closer at that flower. Amy pointed out in the comments that it is NOT a real flower. I've been punk'd! I was so busy caught up in the idea of a living flower in the middle of the winter that I abandoned all common sense. I don't feel quite as blonde, because Evan didn't notice either. :)