Nightfall: what are gardens for?
Late yesterday I walked the garden at nightfall. The atmosphere was so redolent of memory and emotion I won't attempt to describe it. I think these photos, taken between 7:47 and 8:11 pm, do that. The air was cool, the sky clear. A bird I didn't recognize occasionally sqawked its harsh, angry call of warning from somewhere in the tangled undergrowth.
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