The sun, the rose, the moment

It was that last trickle of a moment.  That finely sliced filament of time, when the sun has resorted to twisting and weaving its rays through the trees, the shining leaves and dusty air.  The sun was exhausting itself pushing its evaporating light into dwindling crevices, looking for one last natural beauty to illuminate.  

That's when I squeezed the shutter release on this shot. The sun's nature-spun rays recreated the brilliance of its shine on the center of this Knock-out Rose in our backyard.

I know you won't believe this, but it was even more awe-striking to see in person.  It was one of those moments when beauty just breaks apart the time around you.  I breathed deep as the light vaporized.  The wind was still blowing briskly and the temperature was still dropping.  In the morning, it will be at freezing -- a frost that may seize this rose in death.  The sun may never get another chance to light-paint this rose.


(Click on the photo to see the whole shot.)