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little something pretty for a Friday afternoon. I made this picture a while back, sometime in spring. I did the developing and post production and promptly forgot about it.
I found it looking for something else just as I did yesterday. I reckon if I keep doing that I won’t ever have to take a new picture again.
What would be the fun in that?
Besides, I’d just go crazy.
I just have to find safe places to work. There are plenty of stories I’d like to tell around this place that don’t require me to be part of a crowd.
And, that makes me happy.
After thinking about it I realized that I added 2+2 and really did come out with 4. The twos are simple. I can’t be in crowds ever, or at least until the pandemic has been managed. The second two is my realization that it maybe years before that happens.
That’s pretty depressing.
Understanding that helped. So did a little stiffer med. I feel better now. I have one problem with it. I sleep a lot. I suppose it could be worse. A friend of mine started on a new medicine and within about nine months she gained 40 pounds. She’s working on that now.
I suppose that everybody has something.
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lower, flower on the wall. Who’s the fairest flower of them all?
I’m pretty partial to this one. It has a lot of names. Around here people call it a Swamp Iris. Oddly, something very close to this grows in the high dry mountains along the northern Pacific Coast.
I wouldn’t have thought that it could survive in such different locations.
But, what do I know? I name flowers by their color as in that’s a red flower, that’s a blue flower…
I managed to lay the flower over grass that has crepe myrtle blossoms and fallen leaves on it.
Judging by the amount of little broken branches on the ground I must have photographed the lawn after a storm.
I tinkered with it and used a filter that approximates frosted glass.
And, there you have it.
STORYTELLER 
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