white rose, black vase

This is sort of, but not quite, the nice, quiet arrangement I'd pictured on my way home from the recital last night. It turned out to be harder to create than I had imagined, because my white climbing rose had only two intact blooms left on it and I had to wrangle the bush to get at them (with a telescoping pruner). I am no longer bleeding (from rose-thorn puncture wounds), but my arm looks like it tangled with a tiger.

There's some camellia foliage and one pinkish 'New Dawn' rosebud in this arrangement, too.