I've been looking lately to photograph dead flowers, summer being what it is. This flower - rose, I'm assuming - is a gorgeous revelation. In partial shadow, guarded by a thorny branch, it has found a quiet corner to pass in peace. So do some animals when they sense their time has come. It's what I would want. Here's the process. There's the still-beating heart, muted red to pink. It's the resplendent, glowing brown that I linger upon. So rich and warm. It's as if this flower has reflowered, a spark of karma, a second spring. Nice composition. The light seems aspirational. Imparts refreshment and serenity.
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