Paper Flower (Bougainvillea glabra)
For something so common and ubiquitous to Los Aangeles as Bougainvillea, (partially imported, or otherwise), I can’t help but be smitten. The rain yesterday seemed to cleanse the air and make everything more crystalline and sharp, although that could just be me projecting upon inanimate objects, which is really another head-trip by itself. Is the beauty of these flowers, (as I see said beauty), some sort of partially egotistical relationship with the way I see them?
It was a wonderful walk, nonetheless.