The roses have been spectacular this year. Three big snows and early spring rains seem to have made them very happy. All over the neighborhood, fences and trellises look as if they will collapse under the multitude of red, pink or yellow blossoms. Examining the image of a pale pink blossom with especially beautiful petals, I could not resist playing with the balance of hues and values. Suddenly my delicate beauty became an almost psychedelic flower child. The curving petals and dramatic stamens remain, but the emotional impact is completely different. What fun!