Down in the town of Tewksbury, not far from where I live, there's an old white picket fence. In late summer, the front of the fence explodes with pink coneflowers. I've driven by this spot many times and watched with sadness as the blooms faded before I had a chance to capture them. One Sunday morning, I drove down and caught them in their full glory. This is one of my favorites and pairs well with the others I have.