As we gallop from the equinox to the solstice, the sun gets lower on the southern horizon in Anchorage entering our windows horizontally. Bright light, long shadows.
It's as though the sun painted these flowers 'bright' while it was on them.
There's beauty everywhere, though it's easier to see when the sun is bright and the sky is blue.
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