Perhaps the simplest delight I take in my camera and its work is that which I find in the way bright color can burst against a neutral background. Prosaic as a thistle may be, I could hardly but indulge myself here.
Perhaps the simplest delight I take in my camera and its work is that which I find in the way bright color can burst against a neutral background. Prosaic as a thistle may be, I could hardly but indulge myself here.