Stealing beauty

I took this photo of a rose (one of my favourites) in our front garden on Sunday morning; the sky was blue (briefly), the air was crisp, and the rose looked so stunning, covered in raindrops, I had to take a picture of it, stealing beauty before it disappears. It’s out far too early, of course; it will get bitten by the frost and end up faded and brown. At the moment, though, it’s absolutely radiant, isn’t it?

 

 

Taking a photo of our cat, Sparta, is slightly more difficult as she has this annoying habit of moving, purring and meowing as soon as you come near her. So I took this shot when she was sitting at the top of the stairs, looking a bit coy, waiting to be fed (she is never hungry. She cries until we give in). I love the contrast of her fur with the white, as though she’s in an art gallery. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here’s a picture of a very sleepy Yoda, basking in the afternoon sunlight in his favourite spot, the sofa. I love the way his eyes look like melted chocolate. Difficult to tell him to get off and go and lie down in his bed when he has that expression, believe me.

*This is my entry for The Gallery and the theme this week is ‘Something beautiful.’