These are what I call rescued tulips. You know I believe in flower shops. Real flower shops. And I vow never ever to buy a flower from a gas station. That's just wrong. But these--well, these were rescued from a big box that I love to hate but can't seem to live without.
This is my first attempt to use the photo cube that Mark bought me for Christmas. I wanted a big one so that I could put big pieces in it. Putting it up is like boxing with a big white plastic cloud. Putting it away is like trying to subdue a resistant two-year-old, except the noise is a little different. But I love it. And I'll figure out how to use it with some practice. Photoshop? Well, that's still a lesson in progress too :)
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