Sometimes when I don’t have a wedding but I’m at work, I like to obsess over particular flowers. I bought some lupins this morning, they were small but perfect. I also bought blooms. And then I started taking photographs and thinking, and before I knew it, I was watching clips from Pi and reading about Fibonacci numbers.

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I can vaguely remember watching Pi. It is essentially a story of obsession where the protagonist sees mathematics everywhere, even in nature. To him, everything is defined by numbers and sequences. That part of the film stuck with me since I find it hard to believe, when I look at a tree in blossom, or cow parsley by the side of the road, or a parrot tulip (still obsessing over them) that there can be a formula for it all.

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But there is a formula. Nearly every petal, stem, branch and seedhead follows the sequence, it isn’t coincidental. And when I look at lupins, and blooms, and echevarias, I understand it perfectly.