Looks fake, right? No, it's not. I took this picture and it's not even Photoshopped -- not even a hint of extra saturation or contrast!
Brian and I went frolicking in the tulips a couple weekends ago. No, not like that kind of frolicking. Whatever kind of frolicking you were thinking of, it's not that kind... it's the other kind. Well, Brian was frolicking, anyway. Not me.
These tulips are in Skagit Valley and they go on for eternity! But can someone tell me why most of the people visiting the tulips were not caucasian? And why most of them were men? I have a theory that some cultures appreciate natural beauty much more than others. Although frankly, there is something unnatural about tidy rows of perfect, brightly colored tulips. Which, by the way, we had to pay $5 to see. So maybe that theory doesn't hold.
My theory is this: Freakish looking fields of tulips can draw a damn impressive crowd, as diverse in color as the tulips themselves. But in the end, the tulips are just tulips and the people are all people. And with that, I leave you to ponder the profundity.
Speaking of "tip-toeing through tulips," "freakish," and "profound," check this out: