I like to keep my flowers till the very end. Till the colours start to fade and the petals start to fall. When they are no longer soft at touch. I like to see their shape change. How they start to fall upon themselves. How they become beautifully fragile. I like to observe. Observe how they live beautifully and die beautifully. And by beautiful I don't just mean their outer beauty but beauty in all that they give, in the time they are around. Give. I think that's the important word here. And I realise. Time is fleeting. Change is inevitable. And our choices shape us. And I hope the choices I make are good ones. Choices that are somewhat molded by the word give. I think that's a beautiful way to live and die. Giving.
I love youre photos. They are simple, but interesting and beautiful (y) :)
ReplyDeleteAnd aren't roses the most beautiful when they're at thier very last few moments of life?! There is something ever so romantic about a curled up, faded and ombre-petalled pink rose right before it collapses into a pretty pile of petals. I've some exactly like yours on our dresser in the bedroom and whilst i know their days left are numbered - i can;t bear to throw them out right until the last minute. Beautiful words as always xxxx
ReplyDeleteThis post is breathtaking, Sonia - photographs matched in beauty by your words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful <3
ReplyDeleteI just discovered your blog and your photography is beautiful.
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