It is so dreary today that it is hard to get a good painting photo, but this one is acceptable. While I've always been more of a tomboy, roses and sunsets have always been some of my favorite subject matter. Must be a lingering bit of girlishness... This one may be small, 8x10 inches on stretched canvas, but I really like it. I painted it last month to demonstrate to my daughter how I painted a larger, similar painting when I was a teenager. I'm not sure this particular bouquet ever existed, I think my painting teacher probably supplied some kind of picture, but that was decades ago. For me, painting this small copy of my old beloved painting was like sitting in a chair at my teacher's house in a little house far away from here, feeling her hand on my shoulder. Some days I can still hear her voice if I concentrate.