I seem to remember writing, in a recent post, something to the effect that I'd finished with flower photography for this year.
Well, I was wrong.
Last Sunday, I noticed that three of our rose bushes were still flowering, with one bloom on each. The weather was dull and overcast, damp and cold, but perfectly still - so ideal for photography. I headed outside with my camera in the late afternoon, when the light was softening towards sunset.
The above is one of three or four (or maybe five) decent images that I made, which I'll post over the next week or two. They feature the rather ragged, fag-end of the year flowers that are left just before the first real frosts arrive.
The title is a literary reference for a change, to a rather drippy poem by Thomas Moore, but it seems appropriate.
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