I knew my Ribes sanguineum was crying out to be photographed. A siren song really. She beckoned and seduced me away from the solitude of a day indoors, her charms naked and ripe for the camera.
But where to start exploring this beauty?
I knew my Ribes sanguineum was crying out to be photographed. A siren song really. She beckoned and seduced me away from the solitude of a day indoors, her charms naked and ripe for the camera.
But where to start exploring this beauty?
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