This post inspired by Lens-Artist Challenge #46
The prompt: Delicate
I can’t seem to stop taking photos of my Mother’s Day flowers. Hand delivered by my son last weekend. They are the hardiest roses I have ever received.
Perhaps, also, the most delicate. I am drawn to the detail. The subtle coloring. The mysterious greenery that is not baby’s breath.
My eyes constantly drift over to their spot on the table across the room.
A few days later, I am at it again…
I also note how they are aging…gracefully. I refuse to throw any out, even as they lose their perfect delicacy. Their perfect color. Edges growing a bit more discolored every day.
Is beauty only in the new and fresh?…or can we also see beauty here…in the natural curling at the edges…petals darkening…greenery fading.
As the short life cycle draws to a close.
One week later…