Brittle grass crunches under my feet as I make my way to the garden.
At the gate, soft swirls of pink rise up to greet me, thirsty for rain.
When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped ... - Morpheus
Spent morning glories from today. There are plenty more to take their place tomorrow and for months to come.
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. - Anais Nin
These photos were all taken with my Nikon 60mm macro lens, the lens closest to my heart. (Please don’t tell my other lenses). A macro (micro) lens allows you to get up close and personal, much closer than you would with a normal lens in the macro setting.
It was worth every penny I paid for it. In fact, I began my blog the night I bought it in December 2007 and this was my very first real post. (Don’t worry, it’s short).
If you click here, you’ll see the very first post I wrote on George. I think he looks like he’s wearing a baby bonnet. He looks very different today.
He looks like a
SOOPAH – STAH !!!
Until tomorrow, then