kellysauer:
rose-tipped
kellysauer:
dried
kellysauer:
after the wedding
kellysauer:
summer's last
kellysauer:
red-tipped
kellysauer:
among thorns
kellysauer:
dried
kellysauer:
waiting
kellysauer:
stonemeadow roses
kellysauer:
and in the light of morning
kellysauer:
“I have been told and believe it with all of my heart”
kellysauer:
cuppa bokeh
kellysauer:
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
kellysauer:
Which is loveliest in a rose? Its coy beauty when it's budding, or its splendor when it blows?
kellysauer:
scent of a memory
kellysauer:
yesterday, I wanted roses...
kellysauer:
red light
kellysauer:
impressions
kellysauer:
wild roses, tamed