Flowers gathered in the morning / Afternoon they blossom on / Still are withered by the evening / You can be me when I’m gone, originally uploaded by harold.lloyd (won’t somebody think of the bokeh?).
I used the first half of that little poem before (on a shot I like more and more as time goes by). Now you get the rest on a
pr0nstar’d after-glowed echinacea. The after-glow you can get here, but it’s not one of mine. You have been warned. Your photos may end up looking all purdy with it.