Evolution of a Still Life

This bouquet still greets me in the morning, although a little worse for wear since I blipped it a few days ago. I like the faded droopy flowers. The magenta roses have revealed interesting white stripes as they open, and the white ones (whose name I knew exactly until the moment I tried to type it) keep bursting new buds. They crowd our workspace, but the cats don't bother them the way they would if they were in the living room, so we just work around the display. 

Iceberg. It's called Iceberg....