There is nothing quite like being in a garden by the sea in the late afternoon . It is so beautiful it almost hurts. I managed to arrive close to closing time and found myself alone able to wander around pretending that the garden was mine. It's hard to fight the urge to want to possess something this beautiful. For me, photography is the answer to wanting to claim something and hold on to it in some way.
Just as I was getting ready to leave the fog rolled it wrapping everything in a fine, gray mist. If my heart was hurting before , now it was breaking. So beautiful .
