Every year around this time the scraggly gangly malnourished magnolia tree growing (and I use “growing” in its sickliest sense) on the parkway in front of our house surprises me with a nice crop of blossoms. And every year around this time when one opens in just the right place I’ll park myself on the roof of the garage with the 70-300 lens on our 6-year-old Canon Rebel not caring who of my neighbors or passersby sees me and perhaps wonders why I’m sitting in the beating late-morning sun with a camera pointed at a scraggly gangly malnourished magnolia tree, just so I can get a shot like this (click it for the bigger picture).