The rose is one of the archetypal symbols of Love. Wily as worldly love is, Love of the poetic ideal is unending. I wanted to take the realistic photo of a rose beyond it's frozen moment, beyond that particular time in its growth, that singular phase of it's cycle, as all life, caught in the delineation, be it bud, blossom or dying. Beyond fleeting and ephemeral, like our time here on earth, catching our stutter and trying to pose in the ever changing wind. Beyond attempting perfection, which if reached at all, receeds back into imperfection when the petal curls under the relentless wait of time.