I wasn't going to shoot a picture. I had put my camera down out of the way and was there to enjoy the party. Then this guy jump right in front of my eyes as I walked toward the fence at my sister's New Orleans house. What kind of flower it is, I don't have a clue. Can't say that I ever saw one like it. But I do know this -- it was a picture begging to be taken. A get down on its knees and lay prostrate kind of begging. I obliged. I calmly, but with purpose, walked over and grabbed my camera bag. I shot a couple dozen pictures -- turns out the best one was this one: the very first one.
How did the flower know I was a photographer? Hmm. Interesting, but unanswerable.
Make sure you click on the picture to see the big version. You'll be glad you did.