
After my last appointment yesterday I took the subway to Jay Street, one station shy of my stop, so that I could check on the lavender park outside Borough Hall.
Crossing the median at Jay Street, I snapped a happy couple, just married.

The roses were in perfect condition.

It's such a cliched combination: lavender and roses. So predictable.
But beautiful when it works.
This is going to be rant, so delete if you must.
ReplyDeleteWhy is it always the man who has to be carried like a baby?
;-)
Hm. Dare I answer? :-)
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