Over the summer, I traveled around the upper East Coast, where I took a trip to Providence. In the city’s Roger Williams Park, there is a small but elegant rose garden. I took photos with the intention of sharing them on this website one day, and today’s the day when that happens.
I initially wanted to organize my photos in a gallery, but I didn’t want to take up media storage space here, so I resorted to embedding slideshow-style posts from Instagram. To pull this off, I’d have to think carefully about which photos go to which post and in what order do they appear. I am satisfied by the result.
I remember it being very hot and sunny. The summer solstice hasn’t even happened yet. There was some light wind, which I knew because it was hard to capture the flowers without motion.
To stand out means to have a means to be distant. What I like about the orange and yellow flowers is that they stand out from the mostly pink and red garden. The flowers may be grouped together, but with the right angle, it is easy to make a single orange one dominate the scene.
Here are more of the pink and red flowers. While the two colors may symbolize love, there is a bit of posh or elegance in their usage. Why, ask Maggie Prescott. Pink is a playful color. One may even tickle someone else into that color. Even when the sun is overwhelming, it’s possible to persist under it with a smile.
Each rose may look similar, but they still stand out individually. Some are richer in color while some may be rich in petals, or nobody picked them.
Lastly, I intended on capturing still shots, but it was hard to because of the wind. Despite my still movements and attempts to focus the shot, I was no match to the wind. The first photo I took for this series was actually the last one, albeit out of focus for a reason other than the wind. Even if they’re battered on the ground, they’re still beautiful. They appear vulnerable or defenseless because flowers are, indeed, fragile. Perhaps they move to fight, but that applies more so with plants that move on their own, like flytraps. Until they stop moving, these restless flowers will have to keep at it until they find peace.
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As one last note, I’d like to thank all the painters at the rose garden for putting up with my camera, which does make loud shutter sounds.
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Dearest Reverie 