A bouquet, given to a convalescing friend, made her sneeze, so she gave it to me when I visited. We laughed about how unattractive it was. The flowers were garish (why dye flowers unless they don’t have a lot going for them in the first place?), the petals were drooping and the fragrance (I’m being generous) was less than appealing. I brought them home to toss, but wondered momentarily what the camera might see that I didn’t. I was reminded, once again, of the value of a second look before judgment.