Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
R O B E R T F R O S T
STILL FINDING MY WAY
S U R F
T U R F
A little test of the 7Artisan 35mm 1.8 - Small town pleasures with this budget lens.
First non Fujifilm produced images in over 10 years … Experimenting with the LUMIX S9
