Springtime peeks over the hill and a slight exuberance sets in after a very dark and gloomy winter. One starts rattling about in her photo archive from last year and is astonished at what she finds.
A few prints are in order, not to mention a whole raft of greeting cards. The vibrant images of the last year or two cry out for frames and mattes, and they demand to be seen, somewhere, somehow, sometime.
One chooses the images carefully - each and every one must sing or speak or chant, and they do just that in myriad languages, dialects and tongues: old and new, ancient and modern, wild and sweet and lyrical. The background musics are clear flowing woodland streams and puckish winds dancing across the hills.
7 comments:
Aren't you proud...as well you should be!
We do see things so differently as the seasons swing through their arcs.
Thank you for all the posts.
Sharon Lovejoy Writes from Sunflower House and a Little Green Island
Oh those beauties look so gorgeous, all dressed up in frames and out on the town!
They Speak - all you desire of them. How beautiful!!
Hope you are feeling better.
Spring is about to arrive!!
Wonderful!
such a pleasing sight here, cate, knowing someone will take home a beautiful reminder of a moment in your life, carefully suspended in time, always there to give joy. congratulations.
The photos look wonderful framed and ready to hang. Every photo you take is priceless!
Aiyana
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