The wonderful man, Ray, from University College, has taken Bob and me down to the rugby (soccer? football? badminton? whatever) field to show us where and how Bill Clinton's Chinook blasted out the greenhouse windows when he and Hillary came to visit Chelsea.
Ok. So Bob and Ray are getting all excited over the Chinook details. I am bored to tears and can no longer fake interest. Then I notice these roses.
The lighting isn't great and I am using my iphone, which is as complicated a camera as I want, but my goal—while the two guys are blabbing—is to capture the absolute loveliness of these roses against black wrought iron and warm smooth limestone.
Look at those windows. Check out that black angular lamp. See the plumbing going down the outside of the building?
Cool. Every bit of it.
Cool. Every bit of it.
Surely this could win an award.
Sometimes my artistry amazes me.
The Chinook talk is over, we've said our goodbyes, and this is one last farewell photo as we head off to places unknown.
Probably places involving tea and scones.
Probably places involving tea and scones.
