Photographs from a rose garden in old city Philadelphia, PA.
The rose was one of my favorite flowers and still has the symbol of love attached to it.
I wonder why some things have pre-assigned meaning to them, or we make up a new meaning.
The meaning seems to come from a deep feeling inside us, but the meaning can be changed if we want to.
We can go deep inside our being, and we can re-program the meaning to something new. The world does this constantly with images that we are constantly flooded with by advertisers and others who are trying sell us something. It good to tune out and escape the madness if you can, your survival depends on it.