A single rose can be my garden…
…a single friend, my world. (Buscaglia)
There is little that I don’t love about roses. The smell is a frontal assault on the temporal lobe, disorienting the emotional centers by conjuring up images of love and desire. To feel a rose is to feel the most fragile leather one could ever hold – a fragility and strength at once. Visually, they are beautiful in their complexity. There is little that is simple about a rose. Perhaps that is why roses and love have become synonymous.
Love is a frontal assault on the senses, confusing the brain and conjuring up emotions and memories. It is fragile and strong, beautiful and complex.
Beautiful photo.
May 12, 2011 at 11:45 pm
Thanks.
May 13, 2011 at 5:44 am
Very nice and soft light, the texture almost makes it look like paper.
May 13, 2011 at 12:54 am
So the secret on the lighting? I shot this on my kitchen floor against the backdrop of my black oven. The softness was achieved through a 50mm prime lens at an aperture of 1.7.
Thanks for the comment.
May 13, 2011 at 5:46 am