When reading wild roses, out of focus…
… is focus!
Categories: Nature Photography
Okanagan Okanogan
Reclaiming the Art of Living on the Earth
A cheery photo. . . . I was saddened when the six-foot-tall wild rose bush at a local church in Campbell River was chopped down last year; I used to stop and smell its blooms as I went by on my daily walks . . . But it is three inches high again already and sporting new blooms. Pretty resilient species.
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I’m glad it’s coming back. We had a fire up the hill five years back, here in the grassland, and they were among the first thing to come back, with eerie, red-tipped leaves like flames among the soot. It was very cool.
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Wild roses. A cause of ecstasy. A wild moment of delight. Pulling “me” away from the ego stasis just for a moment.
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Glad to help!
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Please excuse my patchwork presence here and there in your blog….this rose goes in and out of focus, like my attention, and hopefully, that’s OK. 🙂 Beautiful softness!
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Patchwork? I didn’t notice “patchwork”. You’re welcome here any time. Who, after all, could read all these posts? It’s more than a few. A library!
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