When imperfection is just perfect
On the sandstone terrace outside my back door is a terracotta pot with a broken handle which was given to me by a friend when she was moving house. There was an Epiphyllum growing in it when I got it – not very beautiful, with blemishes all over it, I left it in the pot just to see what would happen. Years later it surprises me each year with a display of pale yellow semi-transparent blooms which look like waterlilies. I couldn’t resist and grabbed the camera yesterday to take this image. There were spent blooms, spots and freckles but I think this balances out the exquisite perfection of the flower itself.