I came across a public rose garden in the very same park as where we had Olympics. I made a mental note to revisit the place at around golden hour to see how it was. Because the garden was enclosed by six foot hedges, the low sun didn’t really make a huge difference. If anything, I think I just missed out on harsh shadows that may have happened around noon.
Everything was shot with my 50mm 1.8, which is a lens that I haven’t used in a very long time. I feel that it is a good substitute for a macro lens as long as the subject stays still (no insect shots anytime soon.) Editing wise, I am still an avid fan of the “vintage-crushed-black” aesthetic. I think I’m still fine tuning what the theme in my photography is, but I’m glad I still have the chance to exercise it. Lastly, I’m glad I happened across this garden before the Boston winter rolled through and wiped everything out.
Maybe I’ll come back in the spring.