
A further rush of gauzy photographs from that plushly upholstered meadow of flowering grasses.













A further rush of gauzy photographs from that plushly upholstered meadow of flowering grasses.

A further rush of gauzy photographs from that plushly upholstered meadow of flowering grasses.













These are great photographs. I also take pictures of this type of thing.
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Thank you! Is there such a thing as too many photographs of grass?!
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These are beyond stunning. I’m not certain as to why, but the fourth counting from the last has such an asterism to is; it seems galaxical and vivid with the tones of heat. You are an immensely skilled photographer, as you ought to know, but we must give credit to the meadow; all that beauty must be burdening.
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