25 September 2013
The Fallen, Missoula, Montana
Few things intrigue me faster than an uncontrived still-life, particularly if crouching is required to gain a good angle (let‘s hear a “hurrah!” for long-torso shirts!). In this case, we see a triumvirate of the small fallen - leaves, raindrops, and petals - glorying in their barked domain beneath the front entry shrub. May they always agree so pleasantly.