Mostly at the suggestion of Ethan's cover story in this week's Independent, I dropped by Earl Warren for the Santa Barbara Orchid Show. The article actually made flowers I've otherwise associated with over-attendant housewives seem exciting. Besides, since I've lived here, I've let six previous ones go by, so I figured this Sunday would be the day where I would go look at the evolutionary freaks.
The grand-prize winner, which I found oddly turnip-like.
And the last one — the only photo that I felt had any artistic merit.
I liked it to much I was tempted to fiddle with it, hopefully for the better.