I ran across this gem rifling through old Polaroids stashed in a Romeo Y Julietta cigar box. Nearly seven years after making the picture, I like that it’s taken on a “Stieglitz-like” quality.

We still have that orchid. It resides on our bathroom window sill and blooms every spring, usually in late March. Monica’s skillful cultivation has kept it alive since 2008, the year her mom, Herminia, died.