Tiefenau, Germany, Mai 2014
We would admire a white rose, the bright whiteness of it’s petals, or say it’s beautiful, but only for a short moment. We all know how white roses are, and we even have a long row of meanings associated to it. In the end it’s only a white rose and the world is full of pictures and images of white roses taken exactly because of that “perfection” that the white rose would represent. More like a boring beauty. We stop and look longer when the white rose has something that makes it different than the other millions of white roses. Something that “breaks” it’s white perfection. And this something it’s what makes it unique, at least in our eyes.