The sunflowers continue to amaze. There is something anthropomorphic about them. They are like a crowd at a rock concert, standing thousands together with their broad hungry faces turned to the source of light and heat. In the early evening with the sun in retreat, heads drooped, they resemble grief-stricken mourners at a state funeral. Finally, as the season passes, the petals fall back, stems weaken and the once regal stems fall over like the cool aid gang at Guayana. You don’t see a sunflower alone here, they exist in masses only, and therein lies their particular fascination, because as a group, in a field, they are so much more seductive than any one flower alone.
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