I will admit that I am bit of a girly girl... I love the softness of the colours of lavenders, blues, soft roses, mossy greens, creams and whites and I get off on beautiful English gardens. Something about English gardens invoke these wonderful memories of my grandmother's neighbour, Mrs. Bowles, who let me wander thru her lovely garden as a child and spend hours sitting with her on her porch swing. Since then, I have found that English gardens really do rock my world. And so I spend a great deal of time driving out and about for that perfect picture of an English rose draping over some aged structure, or that lovely grouping of peonies with their heads so heavy that they are gracefully falling to the earth for some much needed respite. But this past weekend, I forced myself to walk away from the soft centre of a lovely petaled fleur and find some thing else worthy enough for my camera's lens, and while I would be the first to admit that I am no photographer (I prefer the title "picture taker"), I think that I did not do too badly in my first attempt to break free from cottage comfortable. So here is my interpretation of the study of brown:
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