Wilted Upon Arrival

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Photograph of wilted pink roses created by storyteller Candice Burg.
wilted pink roses ©2015 Candice Burg All Rights Reserved.

I purchased these wilted pink roses upon arrival back in Denver for my new apartment to christen it. I planned to photograph them, but oddly enough I prefer my flowers wilted so I had to wait a couple of weeks until they showed enough “character.”

Photograph of wilted pink roses created by storyteller Candice Burg.
wilted pink roses ©2015 Candice Burg All Rights Reserved.

I should mention that I am a Denver native as this is something that is very important to many here in Colorado so I try to get that info out right out of the gate. People always tend to ask where I am from based on an apparent accent. Apparently, those in my family tend to talk with an accent and though I can’t describe it to you as I can’t hear it many of my relatives will sit down and regale you with stories of people trying to suss out where we hail from and Denver is the locale.

These images were created in 2015 and I am sitting down on New Years Eve 2017 and finally getting them ready to share. These wilted pink roses have significance as most items in my life are viewed as symbolic. Years ago I packed up and left Denver and fled to a nearby city but still a city I had never visited and didn’t know a single soul. I have to say there is great power in setting up a new life and doing it 100% on your own. Well not completely on my own. My son is never far from my side and he would be the reason we returned to the 303. Still, these detailed adventures I will bore you with at a later time.

These wilted pink roses were a rebirth and symbol of time-worn on and memories collected. Returning strong and guarded but still remaining beautiful to the place that grew and nurtured me.

“I made some decisions
Detrimental to my life
Put my trust in some translucent people
But now I see through them just fine
I’ve come back to the real world
And put my bitterness behind
Cuz revenge is not as sweet as my freedom
And no one’s taking mine.” – Amel Larrieux

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