It's rare that I shoot in black and white. I never feel like I get it right. But this past weekend, when an early Season thunderstorm approached, it seemed appropriate. Now seeing these photographs a few days later, I don't remember the color of the flowers, but the feeling of that afternoon with its sporadic strong breeze, and the light drops of water on my neck is what sticks with me.
2 comments:
hermosÃsimas!
Great job!
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