Every time I photograph this flower, which is common in tropical conservatories, as well as in my office lobby during certain months, someone accuses me of being too sexual. I just don't get that. I mean, seriously, Georgia O'Keeffe only painted flowers because she couldn't afford people, and no one ever accused her of being too sexual, did they?
Well. The point here is that sometimes a plant is just a plant. But this isn't one of them.
Leaves of a Plant (1942)