Buttercup Boss
I was wet with dew and crouching in the middle of the pasture to take pictures – as one does at 6 a.m. when the buttercups are blooming. One particular buttercup in a cloud of
I was wet with dew and crouching in the middle of the pasture to take pictures – as one does at 6 a.m. when the buttercups are blooming. One particular buttercup in a cloud of
I should have turned east to drop bulletins at church, but I was drawn by the soft colors of the sunset and turned west at the last minute instead. I stopped when I saw this
Before I can tap to my weather app to see if it will be calm enough at sunrise for close-up photography, my phone blinks to life, throbbing with headlines of pain and ugliness, of war,