The roses in this series are past their prime. They are at serious risk of the trash bin. In our youth obsessed society, most images of aging or decay are met with revulsion. But if one’s gaze lingers, without judgment, then the simple beauty of the aging process might be seen. But what does it mean to lose one’s youth? Or even one’s life? We turn away from images of decay because we don’t wish to see them; we don’t wish to think of it. But as each day passes, we are getting closer to sitting in that chair.