Aging. The dreaded passing of time.
When I thought about what to photograph this week, many ideas came to mind. Worn out shoes. Wrinkles. A broken computer, an old piece of bread.
But I decided on the rose because of all the wonderful things it gave to the world in its lifetime. Wonderful scents. Beautiful petals. Oxygen for us to breathe. Even though it will soon be snipped off (or degrade until it is no more), it with leave behind new buds, ready to bloom.
