At first I see what was once a lovely Queen Anne's Lace bloom that is now, not only dried up and past her prime, as she is trapped among the bars of the rusty fence, but she is also frozen in this untimely moment of capture. I'm guessing that the regal flower would not want to be seen caught in this way.
But, in looking further, when I concentrate straight into the heart of the image, I also see a quiet, meditative stillness. I imagine that the spirit of the old bloom is still going strong and the cold and ice of this day, as well as the stabilizing structure of the fence, only serve to help the flower as she slowly moves closer toward her final farewell.
It is a fact of life that the bloom will eventually break down and return to the elements of the earth but on this day she is hardened and solid in time as she is helped by the fence and ice and, in no pressing rush toward the finish line, the queen flower is standing still and strong.
