
These strinking white flowers, whose name I know not, were found in the garden of a lovely bed and breakfast in the Cotswolds, called the Malt House.The black background is one of its leaded windows.
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. (Dorothea Lange)
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