Dusk in the Garden, Again
A garden at dusk is never still. Plants lean, curl, overlap, and seem to invent themselves as the light changes. Here, the setting sun becomes almost another living thing—radiating through a tangle of leaves, stems, blossoms, and wandering lines.
Rather than describing a particular garden, the image holds onto the sensation of being inside one: abundance, heat, movement, color, and the brief intensity of light before evening takes over.
Dusk in the Garden, Again
A garden at dusk is never still. Plants lean, curl, overlap, and seem to invent themselves as the light changes. Here, the setting sun becomes almost another living thing—radiating through a tangle of leaves, stems, blossoms, and wandering lines.
Rather than describing a particular garden, the image holds onto the sensation of being inside one: abundance, heat, movement, color, and the brief intensity of light before evening takes over.