We head down the street. Sophia and I. around the corner. buy some lunch. and a cookie. and keep walking to the end of the road. across the street and to the gate. I open it and she runs. hello hello she cries to the strangers already there. and we sit near the winter trees. naked branches. skeletons standing in the grass. but not all. one tree thinks it’s spring. exploding with blossoms. and I wonder at it. under blue sky and unseasonably warm sun. perfectly pink. M x
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Mel these pictures…your words!…you take my breath away! so, so beautiful xx
Let me guess – you couldn’t decide which of these incredible photos to post, so you used them all?
Amazing – love the bee detail.
Absolutely awesome. I could see a one of them on canvas on my bedroom wall 🙂
Inspiring Mel, you always manage to include a little surprise, like the bee in flight 🙂
Blossoms 7 and 11 have inspired me to dust off my paint brushes and do some abstracts!
Thank you! It was such a joy to take these photos. I look forward to seeing the blossoms every year. xx
Mel Riddell, you are wonderful!!! Love, love, love this series!!!! xoxo
Thanks so much Mish x