Years and years before “American Idol” and other such shows, local television and radio stations used to host what my dad laughingly referred to as “the local talent”. Some acts were quite good, some were abysmal as you can probably imagine. But good or bad, they were always immensely entertaining. I wonder if Broadway or Nashville ever called?
But had the locals been flowers, then these beauties I snapped while driving the roads would all be winners. Such rustic chic beauty. Too bad they will be gone in a few days.
SPECIAL NOTE: The white peonies are for Susan, who says I never bring her flowers.
Photos by Joel Woodard