It takes patience to photograph a rose
it take patience to grow a thorn
it takes patience to be a rosebush
it takes patience to be born.
Snow has fallen in the forest and the air is cold and misty.
Throughout the summer and fall, I took pictures of my rosebush by the back deck, focusing on one rose specifically that I took pictures of throughout its lifespan as a sort of in-depth study of its bud, bloom, full flower, and decline. I meant to do a post about the life cycle of a rose and include all the pictures as well as my sense of connection through it to the larger cycle of life, endlessly repeated. The moments passed and I never wrote the post, but today one small piece of what I thought one day as I tried to take a picture of it came back to me as I stood on the rocks. In the breeze, it is hard to steady the bush enough to take a non-blurry picture. Trying to steady it and thinking I would have to give up on getting a clear picture, I snagged my finger on a bramble and I thought about how patience is required for both tasks.
Here are some of those rose pictures:
And, here are some of today’s snowfall. The Wheel keeps on turning and I keep on watching (and living it).