Season of change...
As I walked through the old cottonwood trees
I listened as the trees whispered in the breeze
I watched as the leaves drifted slowly to the ground.
There is no stopping this cycle of life.
It goes on without regret
it goes on without worry.
As I walked through the old cottonwood trees
I listened as the trees whispered in the breeze
I watched as the leaves drifted slowly to the ground.
There is no stopping this cycle of life.
It goes on without regret
it goes on without worry.
You take such wonderful pictures. You have the one thing I have found that I lack....the ability to "see" a picture.
ReplyDeleteGive me photoshop and a cropping tool and I can occasionally turn a blah shot into something worth seeing. But usually I am just capturing information and, generally, more information that I need.
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ReplyDeleteI hope that you use your photography in the same way I use music--to block out the stresses of the day and revel in the beauty of the art. Well, beauty in your art. Sometimes my musicmaking leaves a little to be desired...
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