Water plants are one of the few photographed in challenging environments. For many hours, one has to wait quietly without making even the smallest waves, in waist deep waters. It is incredible when beaming flowers are finally met, through such demanding processes.
A frozen ground is no big deal, a snowed terrain is no issue. On the top of waters, in a midst of muddy dirt, those which bloom through the rock-filled mountains are flowers. Once the seed falls on the ground, it only says, “this is my place,” It does not blame the place or fault others. It says, “Doesn’t matter where it bloomed, isn’t it still a flower” only holding a dazzling smile.
Flower is lingering. Early spring, it endures a bitter cold in order to bloom. But there is no loudness or rushing about, nor is it self-conceited for its beauty. Could we live as such flower which accepts the nature’s flow and blooms through the frozen ground, against the rain and wind…. Even without anyone paying attention, the flower blooms. In any place….