Thanks, Rob, we are preparing for our 50th Wedding Anniversary this week, on Friday evening. Unable to travel anywhere, we decided to have a garden party in the rose garden.
The roses this year are mostly new ones and while I have been shooting them as they present themselves, I am behind on processing the files. But there will be time later for that..
50 years... I cannot get my head around that number. It seems like a fraction of that. Actually, it seems somehow inappropriate to put a number on our lives together, because it was just meant to be and seems to have always been.
But then I find myself photographing flowers that last only a few days before dropping their petals to the ground. Their beauty is so intense and so short-lived.
I almost feel that I am called to photograph our rose blooms after they struggle through the harsh conditions of weather, insects, drought and storms. They should be remembered for their beauty in the face of diversity, and I am the only one who can/will capture at least some of their beauty to share with others.
As this summer yields to Autumn, more blooms will arrive daily, until frost steals their ability to do so. A fitting comparison to our aging process.
The pandemic has been only a little different for us than the 12 years preceding it. Isolation requires adjustments for coping and enduring. For us, our humble little rose garden has given us both memories of our first date when I gave my future bride a single red rose in a vase. Now she has a whole rose garden.
Leica S 006
Vario 30-90mm;
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