7 thoughts on “A photo”

  1. It’s the kind of photo that gets my brain thinking up stories about the rose (or bunch of roses) it must have come from. Was it thrown out of a car window? Plucked in a “he loves me, he loves me not” moment? Torn from the flower in anger or perhaps scattered as some sort of peaceful offering to nature on a beautiful day…

    Who knows. But I like thinking up possibilities. 🙂

    I didn’t think much of the shot when I took it but between here and flickr it seems to have found a few fans. Thank you.

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