The man at the end of my street has wonderful flower beds. I see them every night as I walk. So this morning I mosied on down there with my camera and started shooting away. Runnin from the bees I hear a giggle and look up to meet the very nice Mr. Joe (I forgot his last name.) He is 76 years old and said all his fishin buddies have died, so he putters in the garden. It was a very nice visit. The light was a bit garish. I thought mornings were the best time to shoot. I guess 7:30am wasnt perfect.