Assalamualaikum.
Hello everyone.How are you all? I am fine by the grace of almighty. Hope you are also fine.
One winter morning, I went to a small nursery. The surrounding area was covered in thick fog, the air was slightly chilly, and the dewdrops hidden in the trees were like nature's own ornaments. In this peaceful environment, a group of yellow roses suddenly came into view. Among them, one special flower seemed to catch my eye. On a sunny day, these roses were eye-catching.
The color of the flower was perfect yellow. Very bright. The rose petals looked like soft wax under the fog. Dew was collected on each petal, and the light of the sun fell on it and shone like pearls. I was captivated. I picked up the camera I had with me, and started taking pictures from different angles.
First, I took a close-up of the flower from the front so that the density of the petals and the dewdrops could be clearly seen. Then I turned the camera angle from the side, from a little below, and again from above. The beauty of this rose was captured in a new way from each angle. Sometimes the fog would thicken a little, and sometimes the sunlight would shine a little more. As a result, the color of the same flower and the shade of the weather were changing.
That moment was a unique experience. It was as if nature and art had merged together. Time seemed to have stopped around this yellow rose. Each of the pictures I took captured the feeling of that winter morning, the mist, and the tenderness of the flower. The pictures are still alive in my memory book.
Winter is my favorite season, and this rose has deepened that love. The moments spent with roses in that secluded, peaceful environment of the nursery are very dear to me, which I remember again and again.
