After our wedding we drove one of our best men to the college he teaches at in Fremont and then stopped for coffee near Mission San Jose. We then proceeded to Lake Elizabeth and at the sound of our cake wrapping, they made way toward us in a very cute way.
A rose that fell off the damn bush in the front yard when I tried to take a picture of it in a better light! One of the pictures is in the vase after it fell off, smelling wonderfully inside. The one picture looks like it has been manipulated but on the white column in front of my house, there’s a shadow of a branch.
Apparently they’re color blind, as well, so the color doesn’t mean anything except for the human spectators. It’s the motion of the fabric that agitates them.