I could take photographs of flowers, and especially roses, all day. My mother loved roses, and the three years since she died has been full of me staring intently at some roses with camera in hand, trying to catch their beauty.
Briar roses, similar to the one below, are the first to bloom.
It is probably one of life’s ironies that her anniversary falls just before the season when most roses bloom, so when I go on walks then I rarely find a good bloom to photograph. But just a week or so later…
I love looking at roses as the sunshine falls through them, but this year the weather has been variable. Fortunately, roses with raindrops on them also have a special something. This lot were all taken at the wonderful rose garden at the Imperial War Museum, London.
There will doubtless be some more photos of roses posted on this blog before the year is out!