It is fleeting, that’s true. We end up living so many lives and experiencing so many kinds of “beauty”. Youth can be so bittersweet, especially in retrospect.
Thank you. I watched this flower fade slowly and as it changed it still remained “beautiful”. Although the tenderness of it when I first placed it in the vase was almost heartbreaking.
Beautiful peonies, I have 2 of these beauties in front of me right now, one the same colour of yours and the another one white, I could rescue them before the rain. The fragrance is so lovely! The material things go away, but we always keep the details: a colour, a fragrance, a moment with us.
Very true. There are times that one of those things, color, smell, sound– makes me very nostalgic. And the pinks in this peony, like yours, did that very thing. It’s not a true sadness, just a wisp of longing for something very long gone.
Actually, there is little to no physical resemblance of my younger self with my older self. And in many ways, I am at peace with that. Once in a while, something (like this peony) will remind me of another time.
Memories?
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Yes, memories have a way of fading as well.
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Youth is fleeting. Your beauty remains 🙂
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It is fleeting, that’s true. We end up living so many lives and experiencing so many kinds of “beauty”. Youth can be so bittersweet, especially in retrospect.
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so delicate – love the definition the shadows provide
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Thank you. I watched this flower fade slowly and as it changed it still remained “beautiful”. Although the tenderness of it when I first placed it in the vase was almost heartbreaking.
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Beautiful peonies, I have 2 of these beauties in front of me right now, one the same colour of yours and the another one white, I could rescue them before the rain. The fragrance is so lovely! The material things go away, but we always keep the details: a colour, a fragrance, a moment with us.
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Very true. There are times that one of those things, color, smell, sound– makes me very nostalgic. And the pinks in this peony, like yours, did that very thing. It’s not a true sadness, just a wisp of longing for something very long gone.
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I’ll bet your still a sparkling resemblance of those beautiful days go by.
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Actually, there is little to no physical resemblance of my younger self with my older self. And in many ways, I am at peace with that. Once in a while, something (like this peony) will remind me of another time.
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Beautiful photo! The hard light and shadows made me think, at first glance, that it was a watercolor.
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Thank you. The pinks are so soft and lovely.
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Just lovely…
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Thank you!
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Such voluptuous beauty!
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Yes, it was.
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Lovely!
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Thank you Timothy.
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glorious beauty!!!
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Peonies are special.
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Peonies are gorgeous and smell divinely!
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Yes, so true.
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Youthful beauty evolves, is ever changing.
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Also very true.
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youthful beauty is nice but aging beauty is too if it is deep in who we are
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Yes, I agree.
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Intensely beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Beauty comes in many forms I think and you certainly captured it here, lovely photo!
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You are very right, there are many versions of beauty. Thank you.
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Youthful beauty might fade but it evolves into something so much deeper and wiser…wonderful picture!
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Thank you!
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Such a pretty flower!
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Thank you.
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So nice flowers
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Thank you.
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My pleasure…
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O yes! Little girls and their pretty little dresses in pink… One day we’d worn them too, but seems so far off now… I agree. Beautiful. ♡
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🙂
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beautiful….!!
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Thank you.
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With Smile..!!
You really capture beautiful pics…!!
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