This photograph was created several weeks ago but it reminded me of when I was a kid. The end of July and early August, the blackberries begin turning color. My mom, being the good country woman that she is, would dress us in long sleeve shirts and blue jeans and we would all head out to the “back forty” and pick blackberries. Keep in mind that it was usually about 90 degrees with 80 percent humidity. It always had that wooded summer smell in the air. Do you know that smell? It’s a combination of humidity, wood, & wildflowers.
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I'm a landscape photographer who specializes in North American landscapes, as well as insects and floral. View more posts