After two weeks of not finding it, I found it. So much for my “safe place”. Ugh.
Anyway, here are the photos. A bit more post-processing than I usually do, but I took them with that in mind.
Made me think of Dana. 🙂
I liked the contrast of the dying with the fully bloomed.
The underside of the St John’s bridge. A place I am drawn to photograph.
The last of the roses.