No sweet sugar-coating here
Nor no hoarfrost to set its beauty in ice
But the seasons now a confusion of warmth, chill, and dampness
Blooming at the dawn of the Winter solstice
Blooming beautiful when long sleep should be
And now the creeping, crawling mould takes hold
A lingering grip of death as it lives the rosebud succumbs
A painless demise as Beauty fades
Yet still conquers as it holds fast the edge of the precipice
The rose will fall
Yet Life goes on whatever the season or the turmoil
Photographs taken December 2016, rear garden, Staffordshire. © Pete Hillman 2016. Camera used Nikon D7200, with Sigma 105mm macro lens.
Beautiful roses!
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Thank you 🙂
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I love these! The browning edges and the extra texture of the grainy frost add interest and depth. To me, this is a new slant on flower pictures. I would never have thought of taking pictures of less than perfect ones myself, but I really like these better, they are so expressive of the realities of life.
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Thank you for your lovely comment 🙂 I try to keep an eye out for the unusual as well as the usual.
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this is lovely..
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Beautiful images and words 🙂
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Your poem complements the photographs beautifully.
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Thank you, Belinda :0
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Wow very pretty 💜 love the contrast 👍🏼
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Thank you, Snehal 🙂
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