Pink Rose.

Not a very original title I'm afraid.

It's been chucking it down with rain here today, with thunder and everything.

So no landscapes or buildings.

These roses grow outside our front door, every year I cut them back, every year Mrs W tells me I've killed it, every year the postman asks for it to be cut back again!

They look very impressive this time of year - if a little out of hand.

It's amazing how some processing makes them look really old and withered. I tend to treat them like a portrait.