Between the Storms
A burst of birds
and
Frantic wings!
Then juxtaposed against that noise–
a shush,
a hush
.
And in the disquieted
quiet,
Oak groves
Plead their branches to the sun.
Yet, still,
The storm
Comes.
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This photo is just amazing. I’m mesmerized.
Beautiful words to go with it too.
hey i think your blog is cool! your pictures are beautiful. i really enjoyed reading a few of your neat posts. i think i can appreciate them because i’m readheaded swimmer & other things too!
hey i think your blog is cool! your pictures are beautiful. i really enjoyed reading a few of your neat posts. i think i can appreciate them because i’m readheaded swimmer & other things too!
Very lovely poetry.
Very lovely poetry.
Very nice photo…kind of creepy too.
Very nice photo…kind of creepy too.
I stepped outside and a thousand birds went whirring everywhere in an explosion of sound. Then there was nothing just the sun and the mist and the trees. It was very eerie but beautiful!
I stepped outside and a thousand birds went whirring everywhere in an explosion of sound. Then there was nothing just the sun and the mist and the trees. It was very eerie but beautiful!
Your photography is pretty amazing. You should have gotten a camera a long time ago.
Your photography is pretty amazing. You should have gotten a camera a long time ago.
Its not me, its the camera and the beautiful place I live.
Its not me, its the camera and the beautiful place I live.
White blanket
A quiet so quiet you hear
Whooshing in your ears
Noise that comes is dampened
The good thing about snow
😀
I can’t wait to live someplace beautiful again.
White blanket
A quiet so quiet you hear
Whooshing in your ears
Noise that comes is dampened
The good thing about snow
😀
I can’t wait to live someplace beautiful again.
I never really verbalized it before but you are right, snow quiet lets you hear your own blood moving. And that is a good thing about snow.
The pictures of it you’ve sent have been beautiful. But I wouldn’t want to live there.
I never really verbalized it before but you are right, snow quiet lets you hear your own blood moving. And that is a good thing about snow.
The pictures of it you’ve sent have been beautiful. But I wouldn’t want to live there.
That is an exceptional photo. I did not want to make a big deal out of it in case you didn’t take the photo.
Now that I know… Wow!
That is an exceptional photo. I did not want to make a big deal out of it in case you didn’t take the photo.
Now that I know… Wow!