One Bright Rose
The first wild flush of the rose in the back garden passed a couple of weeks ago. But even in the heat, with leaves distressed by the beginnings of summer black spot, there are still a few exquisite blooms.

The first wild flush of the rose in the back garden passed a couple of weeks ago. But even in the heat, with leaves distressed by the beginnings of summer black spot, there are still a few exquisite blooms.

I was moved to walk to the Martin Luther King Jr Memorial today, seeking inspiration for what more and how better I can contribute to a just and compassionate world.
When I was down at the tidal basin, a hawk flew so close to me, coming from behind, that I heard the movement of its wings before I saw it fly off across the water. I did not get a photograph of the hawk. Here is one of a gull at the reflecting pool in front of the Capitol that I saw on the way home. Below that is a picture of the Memorial.

