A German officer buying a bouquet featuring lily of the valley (muguet) in Paris, France on 1 May 1941, the day when the French greet each other with a small bouquet of lily of the valley, a flower that is considered a lucky charm.
Over the last few years I’ve shared a few of my gear “setup” shots on Instagram and Twitter. Most of these iPhone shots were snapped as I was waiting for a variety of things from the right light to clouds, wind and sometimes even flocks of birds to fly past my frame. I thought it would be interesting to put a few of these snapshots next to the final photographs that I had made at each of these locations. You can check them out below!
Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.