Here we are in my Garden.
Along the path to the front door, you’re greeted not once, but twice by statuary before reaching the door.
Saint Francis of Assisi gazes into the distance across the Rosemary as you pass.
As you continue past the wooly lambs ears growing under the white crape myrtle, a dry creek of stones between the green box woods and junipers leads the eyes toward my maiden with her water vessel awaiting visits from songbirds.
Amber Hamilton Henson
If you’re curious about the behind-the-scenes creation of the water maiden statuary photo, here is a quick peek at how my finished photo was constructed: