This pink calla lily belongs to Sean’s surrograte and local grandma and my sister/mother/mentor/friend — Glenna. She knows how to grow beautiful things like flowers and friendships.
I moved the pot it was in to the edge of her swimming pool to get the blue background and then contorted myself like a pretzel to get the shot. And then I fussed with the lighting on the edges in Photoshop.
I am reminded of the verse in Matthew 6 where Jesus says of lilies of the field, that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed such as these.