Wrinkled Edge

The roses in the vase are almost done but in their last few days of decorative usefulness they are still capable of yielding a blip or two. Here is one, shot this morning by the light of the rising sun.

Apologies if I don't get back here tonight. Jazz concert on in the town. Would have forgotten all about it if Mrs. Joesblips hadn't reminded me when I got in from the office. Must go as a friend of mine is the drummer.