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!