We've moved yet again, at the beginning of April. Our new home has some roses that I've been impatiently waiting for to bloom. Roses are one of my favorite flowers, and I haven't had any since the one I killed in our first home. I thought these were going to be miniature roses by the size of the plants, but they've turned out to be small, but not tiny pink roses. I discovered the first blooms today!
I also discovered just what people mean about "golden hour" being the absolute best time to take pictures. The girls and I went outside about 7pm this evening. Knowing that it was evening I decided to take some pictures.
Here's the rose. Looks pretty nice doesn't it in these first two pictures?
And here we are about 7:30. Notice how much the color is starting to pop?
And I really thought this was it too.
You can't see too much difference here, but now it's 8 o'clock...
And bam! Look at that color!! Seriously, scroll back up to the top and look at the difference!!! Just before sunset really is "golden hour!"
But just in case I was enjoying myself too much, Miss Bubbles (almost 1 year old) wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
...And that was the end of that rose blossom. She took every single petal off. :( Thankfully there's lot's more buds!
Except for the last two, none of these pictures where Photoshopped. What you saw was exactly what my camera got! Thanks for looking!