Miss Dahlia looked fierce when she was younger–a seductive flash of danger in a field of otherwise demure blossoms. But her frock was showing its age. The once vibrant petals were weathered: whipped by ocean breezes, and bleached by the midday sun.
So she tarted things up a bit.
Oh, the allure of bright yellow! “Come on…come in,” she said, and the honeybees did just that.
#AugustBreak2015 Photography Challenge, Day 12. The word for today is yellow.