Legible Light

I have always loved the detailing on this very large, elegant home, which sits on a steep and graceful section of Masonic Street around the corner from my own much more modest condo.  This is the second time I have photographed the home’s architectural detail through the scroll of fence and front garden.  This time the light was favorable — sun forcing its way through the last of the early morning fog.  Also, the last time there were no purple flowers, which my wife tells me are called butterfly bush.