Vintage Colors
While trying to pull detail out of the rose I pushed the colors into old film territory. I can’t say I mind.
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.
A yellow rose grows wild along the Highline Canal. An early morning rain shower adds photogenic drops and strengthens the greens.
A mountain bluebird looks out through snow flurries. She has found the perfect size branch to perch on.
Wires hang from what used to bring TV to these houses near the Moffat tunnel.