Friday, September 4, 2009


Wandering around my neighbors yard I was enjoying her many rose bushes. It was a relaxing end to a busy week. I went with my camera and lost myself in the magic of the pictures I saw through the lenses and in my minds eye. It was that magic time of day when the sun is low in the sky and the light looks as if it is filtered through muslin. The air was fragrant with the sweet, spicy and oh so delicate bloom of rose. I could only smell it on the wind and when I went hunting for it, it would elude me. What a wonderful way to relax and let go. Coming in the house and looking through my photos the ones I enjoyed the most were the ones of the old tired roses. They have beautiful texture looking like an old tapestry with bead work and I imagined the dried out stamens as little bits of twisted metal. I suppose you have to have an imagination, but try to imagine along with me because they really are quite lovely.


  1. Lovely pictures - I especially love that you see the beauty in the old blooms!! And what a vision of tapestry and beads - you are a seer! Now I have that vision in my head and it wants to be realized!! Have a gorgeous weekend!

  2. Beautifully written. I love roses, they are such a timeless wquality about them. They have been enjoyed through the ages.
    Have a lovely weekend
    Isabelle x

  3. Absolutely beautiful. I love the withered blooms, too, which result in a grayer, more subtle color. I'm glad I visited today. Thanks for giving us a glimpse into your "secret garden."

  4. Lorrie, my sister and I have always called those kind of full blown roses 'blowsy'.
    That rose breed looks like its from the 1800's.
    So beautiful.

  5. Just lovely. I find something enchanting about an old tired rose...they are even...inspiring.

    Just Beautiful.


  6. Love your rose photos- my favorite flowers. Do you use your photos in your journaling? They offer lots of inspiration.