This rose was such a deep red, I was trying to get contrast in
the picture but there are no highlights... just that beautiful deep crimson red.
This was made yesterday. I suppose I can say I did take a few seconds to
smell the roses yesterday but unfortunately there is no scent in this one.
Today I'm posting some totally random photos, some things I ran across recently.
|My dearest Eileen, may I have this dance?|
Clint's mom with a dolfin in 2005. Can you believe as I type this, today
at the age of 88 she leaves Florida for a cruise.
Tired of dancing, it was time for Picasso and Eileen to go
for a swim. I like what she wrote under the picture:
Picasso went for a swim, I held on to his flippers.
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The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
May everyone have a wonderful weekend. Take some time to relax. Thank you for reading this blog.