and why not, i ask you?
they called to me.
in fall (or what passes for fall here), the hibiscus blossoms are less abundant than spring or summer.
even the branches seem more exposed, less foliage to hold each colorful flower (whether or not it’s in focus–such is much of life, yes?)
and yet, there’s a brilliance to these solo artists (mixed metaphors be damned!) that enhance your appreciation of what had come before (and what may lie ahead.)