It's funny how much a small pink rose can remind me of so many things. The wild rose is Alberta's provincial flower which up until recently was the place where I lived and loved for seven years. The rose bushes at Bessy's across the lane from my grandmother's house in New Brunswick are a lovely nostalgic childhood memory. Plus I had to go all the way to Florida to take this picture and of course I will hold the memories of that trip with me always.
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There is something very soft and powerful about this picture. When I looked at it I saw a reflection of my own life. The bright energy of my being in the center surrounded by my view of the world, I guess each flower is a different "person" with there own center....Ok it is 5:30 am in the morning, but this is what the picture pops into my head.
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