On late summer, looking longer, and finding beauty as the garden begins to change. BURNELL McKENNA There is a particular moment in a garden when a rose is supposed to be photographed. Freshly opened. Petals perfectly arranged. Colour luminous. No brown edges, no bruising, no evidence yet of rain, heat, insects or time. I photographed those roses too. They were impossible not to: brilliant pink against deep green leaves, with flashes of crimson, cooler rose, almost-white highl

Noticing the light, spring's subtle shifts and preparing something special.