The Withered Arm
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Two week old petals from dwarf tulips. Nicely dried and textured but heading for the compost. I really liked the texture.
HMM!
Macro Mondays: Trash
In a deserted island all alone
This is what being with you feels like
It is like being stranded
when believing that the end of the road is clear
To wither with you.
I wish I'll forget even your name
My all memories will be gone
What would it matter if I had known the reason,
Of the life which made me offended with myself with no reason?
Just you and I believe in its possibility (that we could be together)
What would it matter if I had turn to another new road?
Will it be good for me?
If I know why you left
Would my heart cool down, what ya think?
If I hear that you love somebody else
What would it matter if I had known the reason,
Of the life which made me offended with myself with no reason?
Just you and I believe in its possibility (that we could be together)
What would it matter if I had turn to another new road? (What would have change?)
Bade Derinöz ( 1990 - )
True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.
Rumi
For Smile on Saturday - "bokeh in monotone"
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These are the last roses from a bouquet, which begin to wither and dry out. I like to keep them until they are completely wilted. I find that it gives pretty still lifes!
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. I've never thought to be frightened of it :-)
Lauren DeStefano, Wither
Truth Matters!
dahlia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
James 1:9-12
American Standard Version
9 But let the brother of low degree glory in his high estate: 10 and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away. 11 For the sun ariseth with the scorching wind, and withereth the grass; and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his goings.
12 Blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for when he hath been approved, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord promised to them that love him.
An old, nature-dried, gardenia flower delicately clings to its branch, a new bud ready to take its place not far away.
Nothing Golden Can Stay -
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost
Shot for Smile on Saturday! :-), Dead or Dying Flowers