This bloom is from a camellia that is growing in my backyard. Whenever I see it blooming in Spring, I’m reminded of the girl who broke my wrist in 5th grade. She was tall and gangly. She was athletic and strong and did not break my wrist on purpose. She pulled me off a low book shelf, where I was seated, and I landed on my wrist, so technically I broke my wrist, not her. Then my teacher came in the classroom, my mom was called and I went to the hospital and had to have a needle shoved into my arm down to the bone to anesthetize it so the doctor could set it and cast it. I got to have an A&W cheeseburger and fries that night.
Oh, and the girl, whose actions precipitated all of this, her name was Camellia.
Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 50mm; f1.7; ISO 100; 1/250 sec.