Summer's End
Sunday, October 25, 2009 10:51:01 AM
We had the first touch of frost. Leaves are all yellow and brown. Nature is preparing to die.
Still one brave rose in my beloved garden is holding it's head high - after the frost and a night's rain looking even better than ever. I guess it is with roses like it is with us humans - obstacles add character to the individual.
Either way, I felt a connection with my rose.


Darkogdare # Sunday, October 25, 2009 12:03:55 PM
LéazzBabyJay99 # Sunday, October 25, 2009 12:33:45 PM
LéazzBabyJay99 # Sunday, October 25, 2009 1:08:26 PM
Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic # Sunday, October 25, 2009 1:31:35 PM
PainterWoman # Sunday, October 25, 2009 5:17:48 PM
KimberlySqueakeyCat # Sunday, October 25, 2009 5:21:20 PM
Allanricewood # Sunday, October 25, 2009 6:25:38 PM
Very observant, Nicolas - to notice that the red colour is struggling. And Pam taught me a new word - dormant. Thanks.
And the visit of a beautiful, blue butterfly. Thank you so much.
PainterWoman # Sunday, October 25, 2009 6:38:05 PM
Many people here plant rye grass during our mild winters but I prefer going several months without having to mow.
Stardancer # Sunday, October 25, 2009 6:39:14 PM
studio41 # Sunday, October 25, 2009 7:36:44 PM
Deb Plattdebplatt # Monday, October 26, 2009 4:36:47 PM
There's still a lot of fall color where I live. I just took this photo Saturday:
53north # Wednesday, October 28, 2009 9:33:47 AM
Time to get the longjohns out..
=o>
Allanricewood # Wednesday, October 28, 2009 9:49:36 AM
I am happy to live in a place with significant seasons. Like in this case with the powerful colors.
I have never had a pair of longjohns in my entire life
scott cummingI_ArtMan # Wednesday, October 28, 2009 5:15:21 PM
i have noticed that about roses. in southern california we are in a four year drought and people are not allowed to water as much as they would like to. on my walks i can see the roses drying in the bud. but some of them make it.
studio41 # Friday, October 30, 2009 10:23:28 AM
Originally posted by ricewood:
another way we are different
Allanricewood # Friday, October 30, 2009 10:30:47 AM
Well, Jill. It's not about the dress
Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic # Friday, October 30, 2009 1:37:32 PM
daxonmacs # Sunday, November 1, 2009 11:56:51 AM
Is that dew on the rose leaves, or manipulated?
Not that it makes the picture any less, just wondering.
Deb Plattdebplatt # Sunday, November 1, 2009 12:20:43 PM
Originally posted by daxonmacs:
Hmm. Looks like rain has fallen on it to me.Allanricewood # Sunday, November 1, 2009 12:45:58 PM
I agree with the statement that manipulation does nothing bad to a picture. I always care for the result, the process is inferior in that context. My opinion.
scott cummingI_ArtMan # Monday, November 2, 2009 5:49:25 AM
Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic # Monday, November 2, 2009 7:46:12 AM
Allanricewood # Monday, November 2, 2009 8:29:07 AM
Scott, I second that. God gave us some time. A great gift for nothing in return. Not being aware would be rejecting that precious gift.
Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic # Monday, November 2, 2009 3:44:33 PM
Oh yes. Blessed be the time we have!
scott cummingI_ArtMan # Tuesday, November 3, 2009 9:15:11 AM
Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic # Tuesday, November 3, 2009 10:23:44 AM
A now can feel as an eternity
Get bored as much as you can. It slowes down everything
studio41 # Tuesday, November 3, 2009 11:48:36 PM
Originally posted by ricewood:
what's on the inside,
not the underside
studio41 # Tuesday, November 3, 2009 11:49:58 PM
Originally posted by ricewood:
I can live with that. Hope your day has progressed in beauty and hope and charm. Like a perfect rose, Allan.
Allanricewood # Wednesday, November 4, 2009 10:18:00 AM
Thanks all for the comments, and being in accord, inside and underside alike.
AnchyAnitaMargita # Sunday, November 8, 2009 10:15:09 PM
Deb, your autumn looks so colorful!
Deb Plattdebplatt # Sunday, November 8, 2009 11:28:07 PM
Originally posted by AnitaMargita:
Autumn is my favorite season, and I can't tell you how much I enjoy all the colors. Almost all the leaves are on the ground now, though. I'm thankful that there are still red berries on some trees, and I love seeing the occasional evergreen.