I still haven’t quite figured out how this picture happened. No photoshop here - this is not a cut and paste. The reflection of the the mountains obliterates the stand upon which Apollo sits in the atrium off our bedroom. Ben was asleep on the bed - these are his feet. Sometimes strange (and beautiful) things happen when I play with the camera.
My past. I get nostalgic from time to time. Ben and I painted the wall at the end of our pool in our former house - and the aloe came to flower.
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