A rose is a rose is a rose -Gertrude Stein
In case someone thinks I am just a grumpy old man without feelings of sensitivity, I can assure them it is not the case. I am a great admirer of the human form, particularly in summer; when I have time I write a little poetry, and; I have a passion for rational conservation.
But last weekend I was seized by one of my great loves, the simple English rose, particularly in the early morning when the petals still carry a few drops of the evening dew, and there is a slight drift of a gentle fragrance.
I was photographing Liz MacGibbon’s innovative clothes-pegging of her cabbage, when I lifted my eyes and was caught by the sight of a nearby rose.
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Great photo Bill!