Rosemary & Roses

in my backseat

My entire living space is filled with the fragrance of rosemary.

The strength of the herb reminds me of an old pine tree.

I begged Joshua not to give me flowers. To no avail, as evident.

"I hate when flowers die," I said.

"That's what flowers do," said Joshua.

I like this slightly out-of-focus shot, the last of the series. The semblance of a painting when a master makes it look easy.

I remember when i was taught by a Buddhist to practice "soft eyes". Makes sense!