Lilacs

What is it about fading/faded blossoms that fascinates me so?    I'm sure a therapist would have a field day analyzing my damaged psyche, but I think they have a melancholic beauty.
 Maybe they appeal to my inner Sylvia Plath.

Lilacs, a photo by lovestotravel:) on Flickr.

Just so you don't think I'm a truly distubed individual and possibly a danger to society, I should point out that I also love them when they're fresh and alive.

p.s.  Don't worry re: Sylvia Plath reference.  Our oven is electric.  :-)