So seven days after I shot these flowers in a vernacular setting and entitled the post The Day After Mothering Sunday (link) I have returned to them. The roses are beautiful; not in the sense of beauty as perfection, but rather as the type of beauty that comes with age and dignity. The image of the roses shows their beauty now even in decline with colours fading and petals wilting. It nods to what they once were – perfect – but recognises a grand beauty that comes with age.
The image reminded me of Manabu Yamanaka’s images of older people “Gyahtei” and in particular this image (link). There is a dignity and beauty in the naked old lady. She does not cover her body in shame or shyness but stands and looks at the camera lens silently saying “this is me”.