Another attempt at visual haiku, an act which can only be blamed on spring. This one written with a 40-some year old Canonet GIII rangefinder. Hence the soft glow emitted by the neon, the palpable texture of the April-night blossoms, the warmth and radiance of the scene. I've got a series of images taken with this camera last spring; I plan to post them in sequence. To me, this one epitomizes late April in the midwest.
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