I was reading the latest issue American Photo magazine which containted a series of photographs from a variety of rock stars. One of the comments in the article was about the fleeting nature of life. As I walked through my garden, I found these roses, well past their prime, which had blossomed only a short while before. They had quickly gone from a perfect rose bud to the decaying end of their usefulness.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
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