I decided to re-arrange yesterday's daffodils in a different vase, and when I went to photograph the result it required a different windowsill, and in that different windowsill, in different light, I was fighting my own shadow, but then I decided to keep moving my head until I liked where its shadow landed around the daffodils! Real photographers must do this all the time, but this was a revelation for me.
Daffodils are a sentimental favorite of mine. If you find yourself in Luray, stop by, I'll tell you the story while we walk around the young gardens,
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