Across a daisy-strewn field, a shady lane was cut into the pasture along a bank of trees where a parade of aging and faded prayer flags were strung at head height. A common site on many properties in the Northwest, here a series of 15 flags were strung one after another.
I was captivated by the series of flags layered one by one but found the effect hard to capture amongst the dense overhanging trees. Never quite able to gain separation between the two. Never really giving justice to the weathered material almost translucent in the afternoon sun.
So my focus shifted to the smaller more delicate material and how it played between the sun and shadows as the wind slightly moved the fabric in elegant sway, the words barely visible as the sunlight projected against the tattered cloth.
