Day 282—Backlit

As I backed out of my driveway this morning on the way to the gym, the early morning sun was making the few remaining roses glow. I pulled over, jumped out, and took shots of a miniature red rose, whose name I cannot remember, bicolored Betty Boop, and pure white John F. Kennedy, the most fragrant of this trio. These blossoms are all a little raggedy and long past their prime but the morning light brought them back to life, if only temporarily.