Isn’t it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.
–Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy in Spite of Herself
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this lovely white bloom outside of a restaurant in Bon Air, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.