I look up a pink hued sky And my heart beats in rhythm With nature’s beauty, enveloping me With warmth in the still cold April day I gaze upward, and in the midst of the cherry canopy I see a flower, standing still, yet moving me My soul trembles with joy And for a moment,… Continue reading Ephemeral Beauty
The you realize seeing things in black and white is not necessarily a bad thing. Just ask Edward Weston.
Springtime Flowers. If you look really close, you get distracted by the abstract.