My roommate brought home a single rose from his director after their first current show. The rose was small and pink...and in a drinking cup filled to the tippy top with water.
After a day or so the rose exploded with beauty. I couldn't help but take a few photos.
As I was taking photos, I noticed Cooper (my parakeet) would chirp after each click of the shutter. He used to be petrified of my camera, but he latched onto the side of his cage, taking a much needed break from his carrot, and continued to chirp out criticism.
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