Photographed with Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens.
After 40 days and 40 nights (more or less) of going without meat, it seems I am officially a vegetarian: I have no desire to return to my formerly omnivorous ways. I don't even miss seafood, which, if you knew me, is shocking. I'm trying not to think about the irony around the fact that I can so handily give up an entire cuisine I love, and yet I seem hold on to an extra (and unwanted) 10 pounds like Grim Death.
I've never been a huge fan of roses - in my mind, there are many more beautiful, interesting blossoms. Still, when Marcus suggested we plant a couple of rose bushes in the back of our garden a couple of years ago, I didn't protest: I assumed that his need for roses was somehow because he's English. Or something. Anyway, they're blossoming now, and I took the image above this weekend. I'm shocked at how much more appealing roses are when you look at them up close.
Like most things, I suppose.
Dude. She referenced C.S. Lewis. Words can't express my pride.
Pun, obviously, intended.