Love, you’ve got petals and thorns, and that’s your beauty. Nobody deserves to make you believe otherwise. You are a rose.
This week I inherited my late grandfather’s tripod. My mom brought it to me with dust coating every inch and dog hair dripping from its legs and plastic wrapping. It was perfect.
“I’ve thought of letting this go, but… I kept holding onto it,” My mom told me.
My brain flooded with photo possibilities, but I decided on a floral shot after conceiving the caption about roses. Though we’re not growing roses, so I found myself at the peonies.
And a revelation came later.
My mother told me that peonies were one of her mother’s favorite flowers, and this is where I took my first photo with her father’s tripod.
By an old tripod and a flower representing a happy marriage, my grandparents were reunited.