Tag: Macro
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Winter Leaves
There was beauty to be found everywhere in the aftermath of awaking to icy roads and no power and the realization that meant no coffee or a trip to Starbucks. Unfortunately, the fact that there would be no warm coffee after photographing this beauty was quickly forgotten and realized a little too late. If you…
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A Blooming Life
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die – whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness. Gilda Radner
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Hung Up To Dry
I’ll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky W. H. Auden – As I Walked Out One Evening
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A Bird, Berries, and Branches
Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches. Kahlil Gibran
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Late Bloomer
In fact, looking back, it seems to me that I was clueless until I was about fifty years old. Nora Ephron
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The Link That Binds
One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken. Leo Tolstoy
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The Leaves They Are A-Changin’
For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea. Katarina Bivald (The Readers Of Broken Wheel Recommend)
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Floating In A Gray Area
Life isn’t black and white. It’s a million gray areas, don’t you find? Ridley Scott
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