Every Fall I promise myself that I will make rosehip jelly since there's a ton of rosehips I can pick by the beach. I live a block away from the beach and where the dune starts there are bushes and bushes of wild pink single-layered rose petals that crown wide red-orange rosehips. One Fall, I did pick up two hands full of them, but I never got around to making them into jelly. I was so mesmerized by their shiny and fiery sunset color I just stared and feasted my eyes on them. I dusted my drawing notebook and started sketching them. Something as humble as rosehips growing in the sand dunes is a delightful treat to my senses. So much for jelly rosehips--uh-huh---maybe next fall...
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| Rosehips down the shore |
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One rosehip, seven perspectives
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