read my little fable: he that runs may read...

...most can raise the flowers now,
for all have got the seed.

and some are pretty enough,
and some are poor indeed;
and now again the people
call it but a weed.

Lord Tennyson (... I'm a poet freak, alright?...)

guess I didn't keep my resolution... unless flowers count as cutting edge photo-journalism...

ah well, these smell nice and look pretty :)