We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
From Robert Frost’s poem, “November.”
Available as a print on my Society6 store.
We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
From Robert Frost’s poem, “November.”
Available as a print on my Society6 store.
On a hike through the MacCready Reserve in May. Had these wildflowers growing up just about everywhere.
Processed using VSCO Film 05 Kodak UltraMax 400 Vibrant.
I originally stopped off the side of the road to grab a few photos of sandhill cranes. But the cranes were not cooperative, so I had to work with the sunrise on the side of the road.
“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.” – Violette Leduc