The bright yellow caught my eye. Fresh dandelions had sprouted all over the terraced hillside. Evening sunlight raked across the dandelion buds, the sun low enough to separate the yellow tops from the shadowy sloped lawn in the background.
Of course everybody's a critic. While I was photographing the dandelions some street character passed behind me, grumbling: "Why would you want to photograph that?"
Indeed, why would I?
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