Wild Rose

Wild Roses in Summer

Wild Roses in Summer
Rosa woodsii
J. Agee photo

"Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not,
And all their botany is Latin names."
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

The Same in Autumn

Wild Roses in Autumn

"Civilization began with a rose. A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose."
—Gertrude Stein (1874-1956)

Wild roses on the bank of Maria's River briefly inject flaming red-and-orange highlights, sans scent, into the tan-and-taupe pallette of the high prairie in autumn. When they're gone, the branches hold out bright red hips for the nourishment of "the feathered tribes," and the delectation of tea-drinkers. In the background is the downstream face of Tiber Dam.