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Description

Taken yesterday morning, just after the sun had risen. This rose bush is very close to an old oak that I've photographed several times - an old oak that never fails to remind me of fairies.
A bit of a shorter story this time, but I like how it turned out.

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Refinement

The rose sparkled in the morning sunlight, it’s dew tipped petals dipping slightly under the weight of the water.
As she hovered, a smile crossed the fairy’s face. Her own dew dropped wings glistened in the sun, their iridescent tones scattering light rays and casting tiny rainbows over the fallen petals of old roses.
“I thought you were dead.” The fairy’s voice was regal and quiet as she lifted a hand to brush the petal of the new flower. “But here you are. Born again, ready to catch the sunlight.” Her warm but distant blue gaze moved over the closed petals. “And soon you’ll open. Will you survive, I wonder? Will you give us a home this year?” After a moment’s pause, the fairy began to drift downwards, her lily petal dress billowing around her. She curled her pale legs under her as she settled on the dark earth, gently wrapping an arm around the green stem of the old rose bush. As leaned her head against it, brushing aside a lock of long, blonde hair, she sighed.

“You’ve been with us for so long.” A tear slipped from her closed eye.

“Please don’t leave. Please stay.”

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Camera Info:
Nikon D3300 ~ Lens: Nikkor 55-200 mm at 200mm ~ ISO: 400 ~ Aperture: f/5.6 ~ Shutter Speed: 1/500 Second

Description

Taken yesterday morning, just after the sun had risen. This rose bush is very close to an old oak that I've photographed several times - an old oak that never fails to remind me of fairies.
A bit of a shorter story this time, but I like how it turned out.

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Refinement

The rose sparkled in the morning sunlight, it’s dew tipped petals dipping slightly under the weight of the water.
As she hovered, a smile crossed the fairy’s face. Her own dew dropped wings glistened in the sun, their iridescent tones scattering light rays and casting tiny rainbows over the fallen petals of old roses.
“I thought you were dead.” The fairy’s voice was regal and quiet as she lifted a hand to brush the petal of the new flower. “But here you are. Born again, ready to catch the sunlight.” Her warm but distant blue gaze moved over the closed petals. “And soon you’ll open. Will you survive, I wonder? Will you give us a home this year?” After a moment’s pause, the fairy began to drift downwards, her lily petal dress billowing around her. She curled her pale legs under her as she settled on the dark earth, gently wrapping an arm around the green stem of the old rose bush. As leaned her head against it, brushing aside a lock of long, blonde hair, she sighed.

“You’ve been with us for so long.” A tear slipped from her closed eye.

“Please don’t leave. Please stay.”

~~~~~~~~~
Camera Info:
Nikon D3300 ~ Lens: Nikkor 55-200 mm at 200mm ~ ISO: 400 ~ Aperture: f/5.6 ~ Shutter Speed: 1/500 Second