Can’t get much more out in the open than that, really. Thanks to Homo Ono I’ve discovered that this flower I photograph every year is a peony.
Suburban front gardens are such a delight.
We are all in the gutter
Painting with light
This morning the early sun tipped over the rooftops and shone the yellow leaves of a small silver birch to a fountain of firework brightness.
This afternoon a lightbrush washed leisurely lines behind the trees.
Round the corner we marvelled at a sky full of fiery scarlet scales. By the time we reached home a few minutes later they were gone.
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