My front-yard zinnias were still growing up until the headline-making fierce November Nor'easter hit Hampton Roads. Now they are flattened, lying on their sides, and it is doubtful if they will recover. Fortunately, I had already taken their photos in all their glory AT NIGHT.
That's because as I walked by them every evening, I kept thinking how interesting it might be to shoot them after sunset. Well, after hearing the lyrics to one of Caroline Herring's songs, "Tales of the Islander", from her brilliant new album, Golden Apples of the Sun, in particular:
A full moon rising
On all of nature's powers
Stars just observers
Of zinnias and moonflowers
