Hello all friends
in a small garden corner that is rarely touched, two pink roses are completely broken. Morning sunlight is not too strong, only limited to a soft blanket that wakes up petals after lids warmly. Dew is still attached to the tip of the leaf, shiny like a jewel, while the wind sneaks slowly, conveying the morning whisper to the awake Bungabunga.
This photography captures the moment where nature speaks in silence. The two roses seemed to be talking to each other, maybe about the new day, or about the night they had passed together in silence. The red color emits the tenderness and firmness as well as a symbol of calm but strong love, growing from a simple but full of life.
Behind the lens, the photographer does not only see flowers. He saw the story. The story of determination in blooming, about beauty that is not looking for the spotlight, and about beauty that is enough just to be enjoyed, not to have.
Mawarmawar, in silence and elegance, singing the morning humming. A songless song, which can only be heard by those who want to be silent and pay attention.
"The humble in the morning" is a story about a simple beauty that speaks more than a thousand words.
