Evening*
Elizabeth at the Farm
Elizabeth, a little older now and she's swapped the bonnet for a bow. The more I dig through this album, which I do from time to time, the more I sense that she was a quiet and brooding only child, perhaps too curious and contemplative for her own good. Anyway, I like the layers here: the shagbark hickory (?), the mullein...the shadow that hides the rosebush and splits the foreground from the slowly dying barns...
(a quiet thank you Miss RC)
Elizabeth at the Farm
Elizabeth, a little older now and she's swapped the bonnet for a bow. The more I dig through this album, which I do from time to time, the more I sense that she was a quiet and brooding only child, perhaps too curious and contemplative for her own good. Anyway, I like the layers here: the shagbark hickory (?), the mullein...the shadow that hides the rosebush and splits the foreground from the slowly dying barns...
(a quiet thank you Miss RC)