Even when the winter emerges, Fall is tinting what’s left of the leaves, there is a chance to find a flower or two, hanging on — yet still resplendent, blasting color into the softened palette.
Looking at the wet flowers, drops of water, thriving in the crisp light, there’s a beautiful balance in the quality of the burst of brightness, and the precise shadowing of those details.
Seeing that, I wonder: there is the flower, there is the shadow — and what lies between?
tsg | nyc
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