Sunday at the Park of Roses

My dear old neighbor Ted sent me an email the other day. There was concern. "People," he said, "have invaded your photostream. Who are they, and what do they have to do with rusted hinges and voluptuous tomatoes?" almost suggesting that I've been hanging with the wrong crowd, which is entirely possible.

I realized I had to recuperate my reputation pretty quickly, and while there are no voluptuous tomatoes here, I hope that a few shots from my walk on Sunday at the Park of Roses will do for now.

Oh, and here's some broken glass and a rusty handle thrown in for good measure.