Monday, April 30, 2012

The Indian and the Paintbrush

When I was a kid, I used to spend the weekends at my grand parents house. They lived in the country and I can still taste the water from the water hose. I used to ride a bike for what seemed like miles. During the summer months the sides of the roads would be littered with Indian Paintbrushes. To this day they are still my favorite flower. Here is my homage!


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