Cherokee Rose

I ended my few minutes of picture taking time at the lake and started walking back to my car, which I had parked in front of the last place my mother lived in Wilmington. From afar I saw a fellow standing still near some tall plants in what I recognized as a photographer's pose. When I got close enough, I asked. He turned toward me and we started talking. He introduced me to the fine specimen he was photographing, a very tall, bushy, vining, fragrant, wild Cherokee Rose plant filled with white blooms. So I took out my camera for one more shot. I was glad to know about this beautiful flower.