Ah...as I walked through your pictures...suddenly I was a half inch tall. The moss was soft under my feet. The pine needles were as BIG as tree trunks.
The aroma was spicy and I curled my arm around one of those grassy trees...those little seed pods knocked together in a tune...
Cool! I love the way you focused in on the little patch of moss, and showed what else is growing there! And in the next post, I really like the image of the flowering plum reflected in the broken glass! That is a super creative way to use the vandalism!
As life changes, I find myself far from what my dreams had imagined. Reality has found me caring for my elderly mom who is sliding deeper into Alzheimers ... every day has become a unique challenge. The best I can do is to try to life as normal as possible for those around me.
Ah...as I walked through your pictures...suddenly I was a half inch tall. The moss was soft under my feet. The pine needles were as BIG as tree trunks.
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I LOVED your Moss Island adventure!
Fascinating series of pictures. I wouldn't have thought of that, great job.
ReplyDeleteCool! I love the way you focused in on the little patch of moss, and showed what else is growing there! And in the next post, I really like the image of the flowering plum reflected in the broken glass! That is a super creative way to use the vandalism!
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