In The Windowsill

My parents' condominium apartment is perched on the fourth floor, over a nice stand of oak trees. Hence the name Oakwood. The windows face east. And in the morning light, Ni took this photo of flowers in the windowsill. So delicate! How do they DO that? How do they know what form to take, how to make food from light, how to make their petals translucent?

Sometimes you just have to stand back and let your mouth drop open in wonder and awe.