I am drawn to the graceful forms of the drapery, the languid folds basking in the afternoon sun. Drawn across the window, the fabric veils the world within like the cover of a book. Untold stories unfold. I am unable to witness, but free to imagine.
4/365: white draperies in the sun
P.S. Sorry for missing yesterday’s post! I was having technical issues and couldn’t access the day’s photos! Back up and running today…
avant garden 365 