Tickseed
Unjustly labelled –disposition not a pest –Tickseed’s a delight. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
Unjustly labelled –disposition not a pest –Tickseed’s a delight. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)
Read MoreSummer, you are green –perfect backdrop for flowersflaunting polkadots. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreWe beautify the mundane,with flowers, greens and such,and for further distraction,the whimsical’s a nice touch. History holds attraction,love anything quaint –celebrate our heritage,have difficulty with restraint. (For Calmkate’s Friday Fun: layers)
Read MoreFlowers awaken imagination – magicpaints the garden bed. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreEarth, nurtured by sun,celebrates her glory, growsa blaze of tulips. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreAmongst the roots and tangleof overgrowth and debrisflowers grow wild beauty unexpected,delicate, yet tenacious –infusion of hope. (For Lens-artists challenge: wild)
Read MoreI search for her in wooded places,where trees are guardians,and wildlife reigns Where light dances with shadowsand children’s hearts are free to imagine. Wooded areas, especially when there is a stream, take me back to childhood and the countless hours spent in search of nature’s wonders. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: nostalgia. […]
Read MoreAesthetic appeal –a photographer’s aim give the eye contrasts,and colours, and frame each image off centre,in thirds, is the game. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: rule of thirds.Not sure if the last picture qualifies, but it was too awesome not to include, lol. Girl Power!)
Read MoreBeauty of the feathered kindbrings me the upmost joy The males don their brightest colourswhile the females remain shyly coy. Nice to be a spectator, when Spring arrives,the bright display of breeding birds – oh boy! (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: Beauty)
Read MoreI wile away the long hours –perpetual passenger –lens posed for interesting capture:Why, why, why, asks the overpass,echoing my own impatience. In Louisiana, the highway roars –miles and mile of concrete straddlingwaterways, an amazing sight. My camera and I observe as Springreverses itself, green fading to Winter’sbarren aftermath, the familiar landscapeof Ontario’s farmlands welcoming us […]
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