Bought these yesterday
I used to think that yellow roses are the extroverts of the rose world… they are bright, cheerful, impossible to ignore. These don’t brood like red roses or whisper like soft pinks. No, jo, no… yellow roses walk into the garden and OWN the space.
But this is where it gets interesting. While we see them as symbols of friendship, warmth, and sunshine, history wasn’t always so kind. In Victorian floriography (the dramatic 19th-century language of flowers), yellow roses meant jealousy and infidelity. Source. Imagine receiving a bouquet of these back then - bombastic side eye! 👀
But today, they’ve redeemed themselves, radiating happiness in gardens and making photographers swoon with their golden glow. :) They’re a challenge, though… get the lighting wrong, and you lose their delicate details to overexposure.
BUT, catch them at golden hour? Pure magic.
So, next time you frame a yellow rose, just know this: you’re not j-u-s-t capturing a pretty flower. You’re (actually) photographing history, drama, and a comeback story.
