
On the way to pick up my daughter from her lessons, a white hydrangea suddenly caught my eye.
In the humid air before the rain, only this white appeared to float silently.
A moment that stopped me in my tracks at the entrance to the season.
On the way to pick up my daughter from her lessons, a white hydrangea suddenly caught my eye.
In the humid air before the rain, only this white appeared to float silently.
A moment that stopped me in my tracks at the entrance to the season.