i've photographed the little red house down the road in the
winter,
spring, and now summer. only fall left to go, but let's not rush that one as you know what comes after . . . (you know, according to dante, hell is really a fiery frozen wasteland. shiver. ;).
these purple blossoms were scattered all over the ground, but i couldn't find where they had fallen from.
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