A Rose


One afternoon we took our cameras to the rose garden. The photos I took remained on my camera card, my camera languishing on the antique stove in my woman cave, for weeks. I took time to download and process them a few days ago and found a bit of soft magic.

This image evokes a sense of tender care to me. What do you see? Or feel?

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
3 comments
  1. My first impression was of gentle romance. Could be because I’m in the midst of wedding season at our house. ??

    1. Ah yes, it’s all about love at your house right now!

  2. That’s a lovely photo. So soft and inviting. I tend to not look at my camera cards for weeks after a photo shoot. I think it is the act of taking the photos I like best, rather than the uploading and peering at them on my laptop screen.

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