So yeah, I am back in the Bay Area, my mom turned 95-years-old, and I just got back from the pub where I shared a pitcher of fine English ale with my childhood friend, Andy. We also drunk-called a bunch of people one the way back up the hill, but that is another story. And we were walking, so don’t worry about that.

But I am still posting photos of my trip to see the roses this morning, even though I have done other stuff of interest since then. While I was at the Berkeley Rose Gardens, there were some sprinklers watering some of the roses. I got excited. I could take some sexy wet rose shots.

That is a zoomed-in portion of the photo right above it. Doesn’t that look cool?

The thing is… (hey, thing, long time no see)… that the one ‘wet rose’ was probably one of the worst rose bushes in the huge rose gardens, as I hope the photo above illustrates. The blooms just were past their prime.

Hey, look, a bee!

See, now that is a rose!

Anyway, the point is that I had an idea, which seems sort of like cheating…

But what if I brought a mist-spraying water bottle with me when I go out to take some flower photos?

I know, it seems sleazy, but it is either that or wait until the dew level is high, which will mean getting up early, perhaps before the gardens open.

I might try it tomorrow in my mom’s backyard, but first thing in the morning, I am going to post about what I did this afternoon, and it involves some really cute dogs. So, uh, see you in the morning.