Shakespeare might have written the single greatest one-liner concerning roses because I have failed to come up with a better title for these photos. I visited the Portland Rose Garden for the first time in years to take photos of Xiang for our fashion blog. She was so inspired by the beauty that she asked me to go back a few days later to photograph some roses for her.
To be honest, it felt a little beneath me to be among tourists taking pictures of pretty flowers. Only, I was doing it with a large telephoto lens. After about two photos in, I started to have a lot of fun with it and ended up staying hours. "Yeah, work it" I thought in my head, knowing full well that the roses could not hear me. Even though they were all roses, I learned to appreciate their subtle differences. They reminded me of the subtle, gentle beauty of women. Each curve of the petal was slightly different from one rose to the other. Some would open up and show their yellow core and some would hide it from view. Ultimately, it came down to these small details that really fascinated me about these flowers. How they can all be so different yet not one was more beautiful than the next.