The surprise came with the first photo.  It was a transformation: the magic of water, light, color and happenstance as caught by the lens. 

Water is elemental, necessary but also enigmatic.  It can flow peacefully and yet is often dangerous.  We cannot rule it.  When we plunge into it, what is there is not what we think is there.  Water changes.  Or we change when we enter it. We must learn to move on its course, in truth we have little choice.

Flowers are all of nature in one thing.  They seed themselves, they grow, they become beautiful and they die.  And in dying they start the seeding cycle all over.  They do not complain about what cannot be changed.  They accept the sun, the rain, the wind, the soil and simply exist.  They understand living (and dying) in the stream that is life.  

We all start out floating and then we forget. Look, see how the flowers float.