There is always one morning in early June when one walks out of the door, and the scent of wild roses drifts through the warming air. They are small and grow in the rougher places. Each year, I smell them before I see them. 365/2011
...is to fill 52 themes, one a week for the year. Some weeks, maybe I'll try to find several photos to fit the themes. Others, I may spend more time trying to perfect one that seems best to represent the theme. Three years of a photo-a-day opened my eyes, now I want to hone my skills.