Waterrose... Vividness at it's best. The beauty of each color stands out amongst the textures at play. And a name that has yet to be discovered.
Long ago and far away a young man from the land of tulips and windmills made his way to New York. I try to picture the journey and what may have been crossing his mind as he neared this distant shore. Fear, excitement, trepidation? ... finish the story here