Astoria of course, that’s where!
Yesterday, I was up early, got the chores done and then it was time to go out and take some photos. All week long, as I walked to the train station I’d been admiring and inhaling the heady fragrance of the abundant roses growing in the gardens along Ditmars Boulevard. As I walked I was creating images in my head and making my plans for what and where to shoot them on the weekend.
Although I had roses on the brain, when I stepped out of my apartment I was momentarily and happily distracted by mushrooms growing around a rotting tree stump next to the curb. You can’t get more urban than that!
Recovered from that lapse I continued on towards the roses. I wanted the roses captured among the urban scenery that is my neighborhood; wrapped around picket fences, leaning against or peeking out from a brick wall, pushing through chain link or wrought iron fences, enveloping the front entrances of people’s homes. The roses were in all states from budding to full bloom, to dried out and rain ravaged, the petals were tightly wound, curly, swirly, squirrely or bushy, their colors vibrant and dazzling to the eye.