20 June 2013
Crumpled Beauty, Missoula, Montana
These delicate beauties bring to mind elaborate silk gowns from a bygone debutante era, morning light highlighting the crumpled raiment, carelessly discarded on the floor after returning home - exhilarated yet exhausted - in the wee hours. (Okay, maybe I should cut back on the Victorian romance reads, and “Upstairs, Downstairs“ reruns.)
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