My words are frozen, buried beneath the ice and snow like last summer’s flowers Frosted icicles that once were verdant branches Fruitful ideas are few and far between As winter plunges me into the dark and cold I turn to other creative outlets, my trusty camera in hand Hoping to branch out into other artsy endeavors Photographs I’ve taken of the aftermath as I wait for spring Please shareTweetEmailPrintLike Loading...
Thanks so much -it is so uplifting and affirming when you reblog anything I post, it is such a genuine compliment and one I appreciate more than words can convey. May your endeavors continue to be blessed. LikeLike Reply
These are pretty and perceptive photos, Carol.
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Thank Lee – the frost can be so pretty
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Artwork is not contaminated in any weather. Art is art
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Agreed
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Lovely pictures. Great artsy endeavor!👍
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Thanks hon
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You’re welcome 😉
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Great shots, Carol! I love the poem.
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thanks so much Winnie
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You’re welcome, Carol
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Reblogged this on LIVING THE DREAM.
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Thanks so much -it is so uplifting and affirming when you reblog anything I post, it is such a genuine compliment and one I appreciate more than words can convey. May your endeavors continue to be blessed.
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