20. As so often happens, my husband stopped the car at my request. I carefully crossed the street and approached the area where I had seen wisteria and lilac growing together. The colors of their blossoms matched almost perfectly. This venture became an adventure when I turned back to cross the street and fell heavily in the middle of the road. I scraped my knees and narrowly missed damaging my camera. Now I have to say something witty. How about: "We must all suffer for our art?"   Location: Between Basye and Mt. Jackson