Finding Beauty in Age

Tulips are one of the flowers that have a certain beauty and delicacy at the end of their bloom.  The pale-yellow ones I recently got slowly faded into translucent, paper-thin petals. The petals looked like delicate silk.  I thought they looked lovely in monochrome.  Human skin takes on a similar look in the very elderly.  I remember my grandmother's skin looking like this at the end of her very long life.  In a culture that puts such a high premium of youth, an appreciation of age is greatly lacking.