Just A Warm Spring Day . . .

You may very fairly say that I am easily amused, easily pleased, and perhaps some, or many, of my photos don't meet the stringent criteria of work that could be called fine arts photography. And it is true, there are no photo agencies banging my door down or ringing my phone off the hook ; but regardless of all that, making photographs has been an important part of my life for many years now, and sometimes on a warm Spring day all it takes is a big fluffball of a gray cat or a window in an old stone wall with pale blue shutters and some bright flowers to get my shutter clicking. . .
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