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© 1990 john r. chase

you could sell tickets to my grandmother's yard every season but winter. there are flowers and plants of every sort, and trees of every variety. it seems that each week something new is in bloom. when first married, amy and i would make it out to her house very often, and one of my favourite things to do whilst there was to try to capture whatever flower or tree might be in peak with my camera. this photo is just one of many taken from her yard.