Having just injured myself “Rest” popping into my inbox was very appropriate and a lovely way to be reminded to take it easy this week. – thank you for your beautiful photos and text as always.
“The Prince” picture leaned forward, behind my back, and from the wall,
the oak leaf above swiftly followed suit, as if choreographed in perfect
harmony. Together, we found our place on the loveseat by my side,
both images suspended in the stillness grace collides. The oak leaf, now
resting comfortably on the floor, soon became a whirlwind where elements
collected, enveloping its soul. As October gave way to November,
the oak leaf found its way to my lap, today, guided by my hand—its presence
accompanied by the poem inscribed on the back. I notice the spine; the arch
appears altered. What comes next? Where shall the flexible oak leaf find its
rest?
Marvellous
Thanks Derrick
Brilliant! To fly or to freeze?!
“that is the question…”
Love the textures and tones!
Thanks Rene
dancing on its toes
🙂
As dead life upon frozen life …
Love this Catherine–such a beautiful juxtaposition.
I feel quite sorry she is travelling alone.
Lovely stillness <3
Awesome! 🍁
I have been coming back to this all day–thank you again.
George, I am so glad that it resonated for you. Thank you for letting me know. It is much appreciated.
the stark reality of when we find ourselves where we aren’t supposed to be… Such an amazing photo!
Thank you.
Sweet! 🙂
We’ve got too many of such travelers in our yard!
It may have even moved across the ice as I looked at it…a little glide 🙂
🙂
Having just injured myself “Rest” popping into my inbox was very appropriate and a lovely way to be reminded to take it easy this week. – thank you for your beautiful photos and text as always.
Heal Wel _/\_l
Oh! Such a beauty
thanks Roy
welcome
“The Prince” picture leaned forward, behind my back, and from the wall,
the oak leaf above swiftly followed suit, as if choreographed in perfect
harmony. Together, we found our place on the loveseat by my side,
both images suspended in the stillness grace collides. The oak leaf, now
resting comfortably on the floor, soon became a whirlwind where elements
collected, enveloping its soul. As October gave way to November,
the oak leaf found its way to my lap, today, guided by my hand—its presence
accompanied by the poem inscribed on the back. I notice the spine; the arch
appears altered. What comes next? Where shall the flexible oak leaf find its
rest?
❤️❤️