This morning I heard rustling and chirping in the garden and saw a little white bird hopping from flower to flower. I must have a thing for wings because as soon I saw the wing on this shot I knew that I had to make it work. The bird was very tiny and I was too far away, so it took quite a bit of tinkering, but at least the wind stands out.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it’s turn. Hal Borland
A dear friend of mine gave us this tree when my dad passed away, and we planted it in a memorial garden in the backyard. Needless to say, watching all of these little heart shaped leaves spring forth every year is extra special.
A Grandson’s Kisses are Like Tattoos on Your Heart.
This was a fun shot today. My grandson and I noticed the cute little flower dangling near the ground on our way to the donut shop. He’s a pretty cooperative subject if his face doesn’t have to be in the photo.
This was the first time I tried a color splash, so I was excited about that as well!