Thursday, August 14, 2008

Later That Same Evening in The Garden of Good and Evil

I stood at the edge of the garden thinking that it was perfectly laid out. The petals of the blooms caught fading light from the falling sun transforming the world into one of pure beauty. Each moment was different from each other moment.

I felt that I changed a little as well.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:14 p.m.

    beautiful shot,poppies don't last long enough, but they do get to come back again next year, just as beautiful as the previous, too bad that when our pedals fall off, they stay off!

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  2. Lynne's Somewhat Invented Life12:02 a.m.

    Lovely lighting. And nice words too. Each moment is different from the other, isn't it? We get to choose how to handle each of them.

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