You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these lovely and unusual flowers in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.