Once per year all at the same time, millions of Azaleas bloom and then all die too quickly. There is even an Azales festival here but it seems so sad that they bloom towards the sun then shrivel and fall. I remember them the way I have imagined them here, ignited as vivid and bright as possible.
Nikon Z photography manipulated a bit with torture of color.
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Reproductions, Canvas prints, Metal Print
