"For without art in our lives what is left?"
Reflections of the Past
taking a walk late one afternoon, I saw this farmhouse
by the edge of the woods. Flowers had been
collected and placed on a window sill in antique
bottles. The bottles were as old as the house
itself. I captured this image as the setting sun
highlighted the petals of the flowers. As I looked
through the window at the old, cracked and uneven curves
of the bottles, I realized each of them had a story of
joy or sorrow, giving testimony to a simpler time when
life seemed more enriched than today.
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