In Monet’s Garden

This was the first morning of my very first visit to Giverny. Several days of rain and cold and wind preceded my arrival; and, while the rain had abated, the wind was blowing everything helter-skelter. I shivered and searched to begin creating. Filling my frame with reds, yellows and greens, I set my camera for a long exposure and recorded the movement of colors…dancing in unison…like paintbrush strokes covering a canvas.