"At every corner, handkerchiefs drop, fingers beckon, eyes besiege, and the lost, lonely, the rapturous, the mysterious, the perilous changing clues of adventure are slipped into our fingers. But few of us are willing to hold and follow them."
?All the same, I believe it was the hand of Fate that doped out the way for me to find her.?
love the idea of showing the color contrast wilted/fresh on the same plant...a very fine still and color/structure study, if it would be only a bit sharper (or closer maybe?)
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{K:65398} 9/8/2004