Pink Rose
I worked today, packed the car and headed up to Dad’s. I hadn’t taken one picture before I pulled into the driveway. I got out and snapped a few of the roses. Belive me, this is nothing special, photography-wise, but Dad’s roses light up the block. Not many people have flowers on his street, it seems, but as you turn the corner, his colorful display draws your eye to his garden. He can’t take care of the yard anymore, so most of the other flowers are gone. He really enjoys looking at the pictures of his roses on the computer.