Walking on the ridge some things are seen as on the edge. As in a change of seasons one becomes quiet and watches. Just take a bit of time to see.
Some images are striking enough to be in and a part of rather like a poem or something. One’s sight at times must be shared for there you are. The image of the moment is once only a singular event.
Rather like grain in light and
Poetry on the ridge. As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe
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Amazing, as ever, my friend but that first one is just plain stunning! Hope all is well with you and yours. We're holding your son in our prayers; wishing him a safe, successful tour and speedy return to the world.
Chip, Thank you for your most kind comment. Adam is back in the world for a month then he has to go back to the sandbox for a couple of months. As ever be well my friend
Very beautiful pictures Stephen!
I love all the seeds,
containing the meat of hope and life
Nice
One of the things I miss on the plains is the thick woods and walk through the brush. Thanks for the walk.
WOW... first one like a painting... or is it a painting of yours? :-) Thanks for sharing Stephen. A great Sunday to you! CallmePolarBear
My Dear Stephen,Words to fill the soul and art that is breathtaking. The first one is . It is just breath taking. Soft and wonderful
Have a wonderful night and rest of the weekend.
Changes in time.
I love how the light hits the grains. Your stroll has brought softness and also the a contrast of prickly. Love your words of a wondering man. Have a wonderful week. Hugs Carrie
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