Every Spring, I think I take some iteration of this picture; petals fallen on the sidewalk. There's something compelling to me about how, once removed from their original context, they take on a different spirit, a kind of pathos. It reminds me of my favorite painting at the Columbus Museum of Art, a rather small poetic thing by Odilon Redon called The Two Graces. Elegant and simple, the two figures, arm-in-arm, with what appears to be rose petals at their feet. Lovely, no?