Something About Decay!

Sometimes I almost like dead flowers better than fresh ones. If the decay is beautiful it becomes almost sculpture like. Now I have to say goodbye to many of the dead beauties I've been accumulating because they ironicly wont survive a summer packed down in a box.
I take comfort in the fact that when I return to London it will be fall, and I can collect new ones. 

The clementine was an experiment, to see how small and dry it would get. Tomorrow it will suffer the destiny of the trashcan.