early morning rose photos at the park

I should preface this post by letting you all know my parents had the most beautiful rose garden!  I remember my father hitching up his trailer to his car and going to purchase a trailerload of horse manure (ha, and I now have 5 horses!) and spreading it around his precious roses.  They grew and bloomed and thrived.  And, our neighbor next door, my piano teacher, had gorgeous roses, too, which I threaded my way through once a week to my piano lesson.  And, how many roses do I have?  Zero...none...I've managed to KILL every rose bush I've ever planted.  I simply CANNOT grow roses.  One time my old school pulled out all their mature roses and let us take them home for transplanting.  I took two home.  They survived for a while and then died.  I've tried bareroot roses, climbing roses, roses in pots...NOTHING survived.  And, otherwise, I have a green thumb.  Go figure.  My neighbor has some in her yard and sometimes I walk over there to photograph hers.  Now, I just go to the local civic center park and photograph theirs...sigh...I wish I could grow my own roses, but I've given up!