The gracefully unfurling petals of a golden chrysanthemum drew my eyes. I haven’t shot flowers in a long time, this definitely makes me itch to visit the florist!
Growth has its seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again. As long as the roots are not severed, all is well, and all will be well. – Chance the Gardener, Being There Heavily paraphrased, but pretty much sums up these indomitable …
Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun’s love, in the spring Becomes the rose – The Rose, Bette Midler
A purely accidental shot of a sunflower backlit with a harsh in-built flash. Turned out to be one of my favorites.
Sun kissed flowers waiting for sunset on Piazzale Michelangelo.
The Vatican Museum houses a warren of exhibition halls, perfect for exploring, gawking and getting lost on a rainy afternoon.
The cheerful folds of a yellow rose.