On an ordinary cold day, a throat-clenching, swan-song beauty : frost melting on full blown roses
¶ 12:59 pm
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Such beautiful photos. The warmth of the colours and the light, combined with the different textures and surfaces (petals, leaves) are stunning. Nice to have you back, Jean.
It's such a tender and sad transition, isn't it. I've been watching the garden tomatoes, a few red ones left on the vine that I didn't manage to catch before the frost... everything else green has wilted away. I really should take it all down but there's something about that splash of red against the muddied green-brown that feels like hope or memory, and I can't. Not yet.