At Mt St Helens, a single foxglove stem rises like a vertical hymn, its bell-shaped blooms jeweled with dew and glowing under the soft, diffused light of morning.
The stillness of the scene holds the weight of early light, each droplet catching the quiet glow as if suspended in the moment before the day’s warmth arrives.
At Mt St Helens, a single foxglove stem rises like a vertical hymn, its bell-shaped blooms jeweled with dew and glowing under the soft, diffused light of morning.
The stillness of the scene holds the weight of early light, each droplet catching the quiet glow as if suspended in the moment before the day’s warmth arrives.