A classic early morning emerge-and-snap.
Our orange azalea in its week of bloom. Or less than a week.
Down the State Fair slide?
The brave prow of a ship, methinks. Makes you wonder about the chickenshit prows, cowering in the filth-ridden canals in sad-eyed mobs. Packs. Cowers?
To the north of the azalea are purple irises.
Shaking its booty.
Helicopter view. Or is drone view more likely?
Enjoy the purple!
