I thought so last week, and have the same thought this morning.
Rather than get bored over weeks imagining those are as pretty as Sakura, and then seeing myself become a flower too, I decide to display and make sense of them in pictures. But they tend to blur themselves by the boundary of beauty, even my many tries with different settings and from various angles. I love sharpness.
It is a game of tug-of-war between me and nature, between our definitions of beauty.
It is extremely mind-boggling. These flowers win in a row. I have to give in, finally.