I always think of the magic hour for photography as being those special moments before sunset when the air is painted with gold and silver.
This morning, however, Me and My Trusty Nikon, the oldest camera that I have, roamed around the gardens at the lake house. The bishop's purple iris are over-the-top spectacular. With their innate saturated color, dancing dewdrops, and the luster of the rising sun, these iris beg to be seen.
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Wanda Hayes Eichler
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