Countless colors on nature’s palette
Fills me with many moods and emotions
Picturesque gallery of many paintings
Forever framed in my mind
Immerse my soul in nature’s color
Faithfully creating new colors of hope.
Tag: Flowers
Photo 101 – Day Nine: Warmth
Photography means “drawing with light,” and when you snap a picture with your camera, you use and record light to create an image.
When we’re out and about, we use the sun — our most abundant light source — to capture our scenes.
Today, capture an image of warmth, using the sun as your source. And if the sun is nowhere to be found, don’t worry! You can interpret warmth in a different way.
I was playing around and this is what I came out with… just a simple iris flower opening up to the warmth of the sun.
Leave me to bask
In the warmth of this tranquility
Even for the smallest while
Before the frigid cold consumes me…
A balcony And A Glass Of Red Wine
One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
― Charles Baudelaire
Stargazer — closeup
Flower…
New
Beautiful
Flowing
Blooming
Growing…
Stargazer
“She met a boy and called him Stargazer because instead of poems, he recited the names of constellations. He said the freckles on his arms were roadmaps to the sky, and the bruises that he carried were supernovas in disguise.
-Alaska Gold, Stargazer
Smiling Daffodils
“Do you see our smiles?”, the flowers asked me.
I reply back, “Yes, I see them all the time.”
“Come then…Smile with us.”
My Daffodils
Nodding to the song of humming birds
Daffodil speaks whispered words
To the sunshine as it spills
It’s golden hue on petals trims
Bending on a green stem
Honeybees dance around them
Ruffled collar, white and yellow bloom
Bursting buds chase winter’s gloom
Gone the rains and bitter chill
Banished by the daffodil
Georgia’s Wild Daffodil
Meadow luster glistening,
upon a wild Daffodil.
Smoldering reflections
of her nakedness exposed.
Our Georgia Bloom
There’s a flower that grows where people can’t find her you know they’d pick her but she won’t show she won’t show when love is her rain only then she’ll grow send me the rain send me the rain for Georgia bloom her truth is her sunlight not for those who bend with un-pure hearts her love is forever yeah i said forever without end with out end send me the rain send me the rain for Georgia bloom for Georgia bloom one day i’ll find her and she’ll be mine forever oh till the end of time send me the rain send me the rain for Georgia bloom send me the rain for Georgia bloom oh Georgia bloom oh Georgia bloom
Honeybee
The scent of the pollen allured her, hanging in the ocean air of this breezy afternoon. It was intoxicating. She would stop mid-flight and visit each flower that she found. … Continue reading Honeybee
My Moment In Time 