Yesterday I went to the Phoenix Flea in Downtown Phoenix with Shannon. As we were walking by a rose garden, I couldn’t help but jump in and take some photos of these colorful flowers. Shannon was laughing at me as I jumped to each new flower because I was so excited – each one was more beautiful than the last. Maybe I was so enamored with them because I missed seeing such so flowers like this. Maybe it was because so many times I’ve taken photos of nature and the photos don’t do them justice. That’s not the case with roses. Whether it’s a bright and sunshiny day, a gloomy cloudy day or a dewy morning – I’ve always found roses are just as gorgeous in photos as they are in person. The fact that rose is a variation of my mother’s name definitely contributes to the beauty. After I concluded taking photos, we were walking and a man stopped me to say that he was so glad to see that I appreciated the beauty of these flowers as much as he did. He enjoyed watching me become so excited by the flowers and photographing them as well. I told him I think it’s just as important to stop and photograph the roses as it is to smell the roses.