The mark of maturity is when one starts taking random photos of flowers for no apparent reason. It was something my old man used to do all the time in the 70s. Sometimes, he would have me pose next to them with my dorky Dorothy Hamill haircut and roller skates. Comparing my photographic acumen with my father's, you will find no difference. All the award-winning components of fine composition exists: notice excessive camera-shake, blurryness, hotness in lighting, completely screwed up aperture speed, ISO numbers all wrong. I learned only from the best!