Flowers and the Dead-

As I reviewed my pictures, I saw two main subjects, life and death. I do not know why my infatuation with the subjects. I guess the contrast to me is a lesson I think we must all ponder. Is it better to be a dead king or a living flower? As I travel I find that it is better to be grass in the field than the most finely clothed prince in the grave. I went to the museum of anthropology in Mexico City and it was filled with the wealth of the richest, while the common goods of the common were dust. The flowers are all gone, none remain, but the gold and precious stones remain. As I rode my bike out of Mexico City, I reflected upon the vast wealth, now it sits in a museum with the bones of its owners. Death comes to us all and when we die the best we can hope for what is left is that we would be a museum exhibit. Then there is the flowers that live for just the moment, and then are also gone, but I assure you that it is better to be a live flower then a dead king. Collecting gold, kingdoms and power is a toil for the king, the flower soaks in the sun, blessing all who glance upon its beauty, some might call useless in design, but again if death comes to both what is better, a life to give beauty to the world to collect it in greedy hands and heart or to one day be on display next to the bones.