The Story of a Picture of Roses

From a Face Book post some time ago.

The story of a relationship that, uncared for, became dry and only a faded image of it's former beauty. The open book of hopes and dreams. Lit by the soft light of a north facing window...

Ok so I was itching to take a picture. Found these dried up roses and stuck 'em in a vase. "Is that cook book in the way? Naw just throw it out of focus. Crap my flash broke! That's ok, I'll just stick everything in front of this window".