A couple of days ago, I got up quite early. It was one of those times when, for no particular reason, I had awoken and found it impossible to go back to sleep. There had been a storm overnight (there have been many storms here this summer), and all but one of my seven rose bushes had been stripped of their blooms. This rose was the only one left. As I looked at it, I felt an incredible sadness come over me. Even now I can’t quite put my finger on why I felt so sad. It was as though, standing there in the cool quiet of the morning, the rose and I were the only two signs of life in the whole world. I went inside to get my camera, took the shot and gazed at the rose a little while longer. Then, I returned to my bed for a time, leaving the rose beautifully alone.