Death grins out from amid the blood red roses, its leaves echoing his scythe. There is no hiding from Death and in the garden, as in life, pruning the dead branches is necessary for new growth to flourish.
Death
Death grins out from amid the blood red roses, its leaves echoing his scythe. There is no hiding from Death and in the garden, as in life, pruning the dead branches is necessary for new growth to flourish.
As soon as I saw the image and before reading your post or the title of the card I thought death… So yes I concur 🙂
Thanks. I really like the pic so would like to use it, though I may rephotograph it if we still have the eyeball 😀
I love this as it is. The leaf at the top looks like the blade of a scythe and the rose’s stem looks like the handle – they appear to be almost connected to each other – if that makes sense (except the head of the rose is slightly in the way).
I like it. It looks as if the rose is a speared heart. And I like the way the skeleton almost seems to be rising out of the ground. It’s incredibly powerful and vivid.
Thanks, Donna. I love to see people’s reactions to the cards and what they see in the images 😀