You love redbuds, dogwoods
and woodland iris,
flowers of spring,
time of your birth,
the birds and waters
of this brook,
the fern carpet
and lacey canopy,
with wood nymph
and fairy likeness
you skip these stones,
leaving behind your winter
and embracing
rebirth.
These brilliant looks at spring time in Appalachia are photos by my lovely, talented daughter. She has a simple camera but does wonderful things with it.
nochipa
nice team–great poem, cool pictures–like the bridge one–and who doesn’t like redbuds, dogwoods and wild iris–:)
the pictures are lovely. she has quite an eye.
indeed, it is not the camera but the eye that makes a wonderful photo
Thanks, Scott. I was so amazed with the colors. They’re real. It was such a bright day.
Rick, she really does. Thanks so much.
Ozy, I agree that it is the eye.
Nochipa
i want to see a photo of the little bcause you do not have photos of her on site
brelatisy,
Thanks so much. I don’t really put current or clear photos of my loved ones online. I peculiar that way. I perfer to paint them with words.
Nochipa