Susquehanna State Park provides a beautiful setting that offers carpets of Virginia Bluebells in April. Along with the bluebells, there are other stars on the forest floor. A wide variety of wildflowers are plentiful and challenge any photographer just starting in wildflower photography to not only photograph, but […]
SENTINELS, by ROSE PARKWOOD Oh line of trees all dark and green Like stately sentinels you stand — God’s mystery to the world you bring, God’s presence to the land! So straight and free, So still and dark, God’s sentinels you stand. Your leafiness makes one forget The […]
And the trees began to change. Like all things, nothing stands still. Nothing remains the same. Not the earth, not the sky. It all evolves, becoming something new.
I’ll plant and water, sow and weed, Till not an inch of earth shows brown, And take a vow of each small seed To grow to greenness and renown: And then some day you’ll pass my way, See gold and crimson, bell and star, And catch my garden’s […]
Softly floating along the water, something left behind. Gentle like the wind, warming like the sun. A memory that brushes across, ever fleeting. ————————– Spending a little time on the dock this afternoon, the air was fairly quiet with birds. But this delicate feather floated by. It provided […]
The Hummingbird by Harry Kemp The sunlight speaks. And it’s voice is a bird: It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard Above the flower bed. Over the lawn … A flashing dip and it is gone. And all it lends to the eye is this — A sunbeam […]
I’m not sure if my new addiction to Topaz Impressions is a good thing. All I know is that this plug-in software allows me to be a digital painter like no other software can provide. And I LOVE IT !! Blame it on Denise Ippolito who’s unique art […]
It was a southern sweltering day yesterday with high temperatures and high humidity. Traveling to Baltimore, I first stopped at the Maryland State Fairgrounds to pick up my prints that had been submitted for their photo contest. Two out of five won ribbons, second and fourth place. I’m […]
The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously. His face is weather beaten, he wears a hooded sash with a silver hat about his head… The autumn wind is a Raider, pillaging just for fun. Steve Sabol
Daisy Time BY MARJORIE PICKTHALL See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen in their brightness; Hearts they have of shining gold, Rays of shining whiteness. Buttercups have honeyed hearts, Bees they love the clover, But I love the daisies’ dance All the meadow over. Blow, O blow, […]
