Passing Light
The tip of an old rosebush stretches a blossom up to catch a fleeting ray of sun, piercing through the dark evening trees.
The tip of an old rosebush stretches a blossom up to catch a fleeting ray of sun, piercing through the dark evening trees.
This Yellow Throated Warbler blends in against the yellowy green of the new oak leaves.
Butterflies are out already in the April mountains.
While trying to pull detail out of the rose I pushed the colors into old film territory. I can’t say I mind.
I’m borrowing the arrangement of the person who put together this planter, but I’m happy with the way the colors mesh.
A few headstones and a permanently open gate are all that mark this cemetery, buried deep in the corn fields of South Dakota. Someone still tends the grass, the only disturbance to the sleep of the dead.
The Duluth Rose Garden overlooks the twin ports.
You can just see a chipmunk exiting stage bottom.