Stopping to smell the roses

I would have rather silhouetted the flowers and illuminated my beautiful wife, but this is how it worked out during last night’s walk.

These roses really are in the oddest spot – roadside on a short block that has no homes on it. Who the gardener is, I’ll never know.

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