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…
Still delicate.
Still beautiful.
Both delicate and beautiful indeed. Your son must be quite a guy π
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Thank you! Yes he is π
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Still delicate and beautiful – ageing is, maybe especially roses. Lovely colours on these, and you made me think about that mysterious greenery – never seen that kind before.
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Thank you! Maybe someone will recognize what the greenery is. I really like it.
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Please let me know if someone does!
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Will do!
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Thank you for sharing these beautiful and delicate rose with us. Yes, you still can see the beauty…
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Iβm so glad you like them. Thank you!
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How beautiful. Lucky Mom!
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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