Blue Bottle
In the nighttime, the bluer hues run stealthily down over the rocks and across meadows. A last dying ember of red flashes reflectively in the grass, and then is gone. What have we left to remind the world of who we are? What will we tell our children of what we once were? Will we even remember ourselves?
hmm, very nice…was this taken with our twin cameras?
Yes – they all were. That’s a Panasonic Lumix DMC-TZ3, 10x optical zoom, for those of you who don’t know.