Simply fragrant as could be. These white rose blossoms don't last long at all.
My tripod, my post process, my garden in Winter.
A drunken queen like this does not besmirch feminism's cause. Nor does laying in a fluffy bed with two small fly suitors.
I feel like this image is upside down.
Yellow Tulip praying it will not wilt for a long time.
Weeds caught in the act of evolutionary procreation.