I'm always impressed with your photos of various textures, unusual shapes and patterns, complementary poses, and so much more. Others say they can hear the music. I'm seeing fine, rich tapestries, auspicious gatherings, theater openings, and animal parades...AND I'm hearing music❣️
Today I was wondering what happens to all your amazing photographs. Who gets to hold them. Who gets to have them. You do, of course, and there’s the ones you put in books, and the ones you share with your readers. They are so beautiful and I see them once or maybe twice and they touch a chord inside me that rings with beauty. Some of them I hit save or share, but essentially I see them, and they are gone. For a moment it felt sad, but of course that is how all beauty is. The flowers I see on a walk, the poems that I read that I could save, but there are so many wonderful words that how could I hold them all forever and ever. They are enjoyed and most just go away. And isn’t it wonderful that the supply of beauty just keeps coming day after day and we don’t have to hoard any of it at all because it just rains on us constantly and keeps us glowing with peace and magic.
Once again, that innate ability to sense just the form of currency, the words that will feel like a gift. I am most grateful, Kimberly. You are a gift.
I'm always impressed with your photos of various textures, unusual shapes and patterns, complementary poses, and so much more. Others say they can hear the music. I'm seeing fine, rich tapestries, auspicious gatherings, theater openings, and animal parades...AND I'm hearing music❣️
Oh, Kathleen, how did I miss this absolutely perfect note from you back in April? Never too late to say I love it and adore you!
Today I was wondering what happens to all your amazing photographs. Who gets to hold them. Who gets to have them. You do, of course, and there’s the ones you put in books, and the ones you share with your readers. They are so beautiful and I see them once or maybe twice and they touch a chord inside me that rings with beauty. Some of them I hit save or share, but essentially I see them, and they are gone. For a moment it felt sad, but of course that is how all beauty is. The flowers I see on a walk, the poems that I read that I could save, but there are so many wonderful words that how could I hold them all forever and ever. They are enjoyed and most just go away. And isn’t it wonderful that the supply of beauty just keeps coming day after day and we don’t have to hoard any of it at all because it just rains on us constantly and keeps us glowing with peace and magic.
This is pure honey. Absolute magic. I'm so very grateful to you. Thank you!
Beautiful. The way you photograph, I can hear it. 🙏
Thank you.
A feast for all the senses simultaneously 💚
Perfect metaphor! I heard Vivaldi while gazing at these stunning photos.
I'm smitten with this thought.
And I'm smitten with those photos, so we're even! 💚
A perfect exchange. 🙏
Reciprocity at its finest.
Absolutely GLORIOUS. Your photography takes my breath away. No wait, it gives it back!
Once again, that innate ability to sense just the form of currency, the words that will feel like a gift. I am most grateful, Kimberly. You are a gift.
A beautiful musical metaphor with an accompaniment of lively photographs.
🌿Indeed! A short walk in the woods yesterday, and Merlin identified the songs and calls of 20 different birds!🐦⬛
Excellent play!
Never mind previous comment, I just figured out how to do it. It is still very lovely like most of your work!
Lovely! I wish you had a button to post this on Facebook. It would get you more followers. (I have lots of like minded friends)
You've certainly brought that concert to us in high fidelity... wonderful pics as always, David.
WOW!! The orchestra is tuning up!
((sigh)) thank you
Ooh , Saucer Magnolia, my favorite tree blossom!
Concert hasn’t started yet, but I have front row center seats.