Bob Taylor's photos with the keyword: old lenses

It's felt like summer the last couple of days, but the dogwood's blossoming and so it must still be spring.

The number six in parentheses above is arbitrary. Actually, I haven't counted the number of times I've photographed flowers on the table--plenty, surely. But on bleak winter days, when daylight is meager, bland, uninspiring, the color and flamboyance of flowers is sweet compensation.

Another angle. They fascinate even as they wilt.

Aloe taking in the winter light.