Monday, May 19, 2008

Love is more poetic than pain

This is a rose from a bouquet i got for my last birthday. Oddly enough, i chose to photograph it when it was dying. I found it to be just as beautiful (if not more) than when it was alive...still symbolizing love even through it's death.

8 comments:

Paulo said...

when i get my eyewear line going you are so going to be my photographer!

Candace said...

Of course man....you don't even have to ask! :)

Times of Glory said...

The beauty of this rose is melted into this photo beautifully. I believe you have given its life best glow xxxxxxx

Candace said...

Times of glory: Thanks again for stopping by and commenting...i really appreciate it!!

Apocalypse said...

as usual....dopeness.

Candace said...

haha....thanks apocalypse!

cinciamogia said...

Hi Candace
I was browsing your blog and I just wanted to share a funny coincidence with you..I posted a picture of a dead rose almost at the same time! Here's the link:
http://cinciamogia.wordpress.com/2008/05/18/invecchiare-con-grazia/
The title of the post was "growing old gracefully", I'm sorry it's in italian.
My pictures are not as good as yours, I just wanted to share this funny discovery though.
Ciao

Candace said...

To cinciamogia: haha really, great minds think alike huh! I wish I knew Italian to read your blog but thanks for sharing that coincidence and for ur kind words! :)