my secret garden

On a day with no plans, I got the urge to photograph something beautiful. The Cummer Museum Gardens came to mind from a visit sometime last year, and I zipped over to catch the last hour before closing.

I had the garden all to myself, and took my time focusing on lines, composition and arrangement. It was pretty perfect, as I didn’t have to worry about anyone stepping into my frame, or being rushed along so someone else could enjoy the scenery.

Although there weren’t as many flowers as I had hoped for, I found a few, and focused mainly on the other greenery and statues.













Soon enough the museum attendant spotted me, complimented my hat, and kindly let me know that the garden would be closing in just a few minutes.