I’ve always had trouble photographing white flowers. I can’t quite capture the details on petals to make their edges stand out. In my pictures, petals just run off into the next petal without distinction. Never the less, I bring you this picture because at the park, on that day, there was not a single white rose unblemished by the heat of the sun. Although the weather here has been brutal, sun kissed flowers displayed their newly acquired accents in a regal manner. Wouldn’t it be amazing if we just embraced our flaws and displayed them as part of who we are? As part of the cumulation of struggles and triumphs that make up our own little kind of wonderful? Today, dare yourself to go out and be wondrous!