Hand-Tinted Enlargement: Brunette In The Irises
I found this photo down in the basement of a decent, if dis-sheveled antique store in Georgetown, Kentucky. It was one of those places that used to be a hardware store or a women's fashions store or something, and now has fallen on harder times. The owner had some neat military items in some fantastic old wood and glass display cases. And there were some high-dollar items. Georgetown is out on the fringe of Kentucky horse country; when you're out there, you're out where the 1% hold sway. I bet the landscapers who mow the grass for those people have landscapers who come over and mow their grass. Mega-Money.
The basement was just a catchall what-not assemblage, and this photo was just lying casually on top of a desk or table. It has a frame, with glass --- I took it out of the frame to clean the glass, which is filthy.
The owner of the antique store did not seem too impressed when i told him i was the originator of the term "floraflage." he just took my money, wrapped my purchase, and sent me on my way. i guess i was small potatoes.
She has an ethnic, silent movie look about her. Nothing special, really, but I like it. I'll clean the glass and put her back in her frame and give her a special spot in my back room, the room of infamy.
Irises are, btw, my favorite flower. and i do love me the humble zinnia. think i'll plant some this year. i'm not too good at growing things. and, uh, dark-haired cuties. like them too.