Kneeling on a dirt path in Duke Gardens, I leaned close to the yellow flower. In one arm I held my camera, in the other a reflector I had borrowed from the photography instructor. IfContinue reading
Kneeling on a dirt path in Duke Gardens, I leaned close to the yellow flower. In one arm I held my camera, in the other a reflector I had borrowed from the photography instructor. IfContinue reading