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Taken at the Huntington Gardens in Pasadena, CA around June 2007. I'd never been and couldn't believe how large it was, but alas gardens still just don't impress me much. I liked the red on top.

I got to thinking, apologies are a lot like greeting cards. You cherish the few you really like, the ones with thought-out messages, the ones that made you feel better, the ones that came at just the right time. These go in a special box. But then there are the rest, the generic Christmas cards, the trite Valentine's cards, the ones someone thought were so funny but you just found crass. Some come with glitter, some with annoying confetti that spill everywhere on your floor. Some are 3 feet tall with 6 inch letters to hide centimeter deep intentions. There's one for every occasion. I wonder why people don't just save the trouble and send the ones that count. Otherwise, what do we gain but emotional saturation and a bigger filing system.