The flower-fall, end of project

At the end of a project I have started buying a bunch of cheap flowers and dismantling them on the back deck. I do not arrange. I do not photograph (usually). I pull the petals off, scatter the stems, and let the wind take what it takes.

I cannot fully explain it. Something about marking the moment with an actual physical act, in the actual world, with my actual hands. Endings need a body to happen in. Otherwise you just open the next file.