My son-in-law, Gabe Tynes, a very fine photographer, took this rather chilly-looking picture of a sunflower. You can click on the image for a bigger version at his Flickr site. I think it's a sort of deliberately lo-fi effect (to use an audio term) obtained by using a cheap camera.
Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun
I'm not a great admirer of Blake, or even enthusiastic about this poem as a whole, but I love those two lines.
An hour or so north of here is a little town called Sunflower. You pass it going up Highway 43, through a somewhat depressed-looking area which is home to a lot of chemical plants, and you can't help thinking of the bright future that must have been envisioned by its founders. Its existence is noted only by one forlorn street sign that stands beside the highway, looking very weary of time. One of these days I'll take the time to have a look at it, hoping that its name is not as ironic as the surrounding area would lead one to expect.