I got these roses as an appreciation for my participation and photography on the International Women's Day, 8th March. A few days later, I went into a Covid-19 quarantine, and then no more chances of meeting the one who gave them to me. The roses suffer from the exile and so do I. Well, life has to go on. There is always Skype. So near and so far away. We are only separated by approx. 4m (neighbouring apartments), but it might be the distance Earth-Moon (without the transmission delay, though).
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
Rodenstock TV-Heligon 50mm f/0.75 on my Z50. This mighty hunk of glass almost covers the DX frame of the Z50, so i just had to crop ever so little to get rid of the dark corners.