28 September 2009


Monday morning came at full speed. Tal went to Aiken to be with his brother and family and I prepared to leave for Charlotte by lunch. I'd moved a lovely bowl of roses from the living room to the study so they'd not go unenjoyed. The blinds were open, the sun streaming across the desk. The light was so nice, though shadowy, and the white rose -- John Kennedy, I think -- perfectly past it prime, if that makes any sense. Eventually, nothing would do but I had to press the "pause" button on my travel preparations. I put the macro lens on the camera and the camera on the tripod.

This view is 1:1. The petal's moist look and delicate veins are elegant at the very least, and more pronounced, given the days since Tal brought the bloom inside.

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