Of course it is cold, we are in June: merino, wool, cotton, etcetera, the usual paraphernalia of the mornings. Went out to warm up. Still leaves, still flowers, blowing on my frozen fingers ( little daisy in the shadow of the great beauty)
Of course
Of course it is cold, we are in June: merino, wool, cotton, etcetera, the usual paraphernalia of the mornings. Went out to warm up. Still leaves, still flowers, blowing on my frozen fingers ( little daisy in the shadow of the great beauty)
The colors are magnificent. Quite beautiful photograph/memory, Sylvie.
Very touched that you like it Francis.