Today I’ve been invited to Brezice again to visit Ozara. They’ll be picking up trash along the road, and I will support them in this unglamorous but environmentally friendly task.
In the meantime, I leave you with one of my recent experiments in close-up floral photography. This one turned out fairly well in spite of my rotten little camera.
I loved primroses even before I knew what they were called. They aren’t native to the western U.S., so when I came to Europe I had never seen them before. The way they suddenly appear in the grass and turn it into what looks like a green and yellow Persian carpet is magical.