The Innocent Pink Rose: Many sometimes ago; when I was photographing at a prestigious botanical garden. I witnessed what was to become a life long uncomfortableness; one of those enigmatical, lingering memories that many of us submerge deep into our subconscious. I remember it was mid to late afternoon, on a balmy summer’s day; some 30 feet away from me and my camera stood an older man with what appeared to be his granddaughter. I’m guessing she was about five or six years old, not quite the age of reasoning, but this kid was certainly aware of her surroundings and ...
