I saw these purple flowers at the market. Their gorgeous purple-ness beckoned me to come and take a closer look.
I remember being thrilled by purple when I was a child. At that stage I bypassed pink and fell head over heels for purple. Especially purple popsicles and purple Skittles and purple grape juice.
By the time I brought these flowers home, they looked done in by the heat. Poor things. Nevertheless their purple-ness continues to thrive.
All images ©2012 Sriprae P. McDonald