How often do we associate decay with beauty? I reckon not very often. If one is to believe the media, only the young and lush are worthy of praise, of being associated with beauty. 27 more words
4 days, 2 hours
Ink, Yarn & Beer
Today . . . photostacked a couple of dying roses and then extracted the background, probably somewhat crudely, as I am no expert at Photoshop. This is the result.
1 week, 1 day
It’s week 3 of being back to school. I haven’t written in over two weeks. My life has been flip turned upside down by a little thing called Alpha Kappa Psi. 400 more words
1 week, 4 days
This is a small dwarf Yellow Rose Bush that I have growing in a raised planter. It go’s through cycles all summer long it seams periodically giving use these beautiful yellow flowers.
SwittersB & Exploring
2 weeks, 3 days
THE POET BY DAY, the uncollected poems of an accidental poet ... sometimes not poems ...
© 2014, photo, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
3 weeks, 3 days
Freeda Baker Nichols
Among the thorns, I found a yellow rose;
its petals shaped in perfect harmony.
It grew inside a thicket, I suppose
awaiting lovers’ hands to set it free. 203 more words
3 weeks, 6 days