Dried Before the first flake falls the dried wild flower shares a flurry of beauty. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
A fantastic image and a poem to compare. Really good post. My last blog considers a man who specialised in multimodal texts. Give it a read if you get the chance. LikeLike Reply
Lovely and delicate against the hard gray backdrop of the dried stems. I love to gather the dried things in the fall. LikeLike Reply
seedbud… interesting and beautiful that’s what your photos and poems are… i’m honored by your visit and thank you for liking “my garden”… -je- LikeLike Reply
Thanks for dropping by! Love the poetry in words and images.
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final beauty observed. Lovely words
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Beautiful image and words
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A fantastic image and a poem to compare. Really good post.
My last blog considers a man who specialised in multimodal texts. Give it a read if you get the chance.
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fabulous!
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Love the photo and the poem.
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Nice capture – both image and words!
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Lovely and delicate against the hard gray backdrop of the dried stems. I love to gather the dried things in the fall.
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Beautiful image & words!
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Such a delicate, lacy image
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a beauty — the words and image.
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Love it!
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seedbud…
interesting and beautiful
that’s what your photos and poems are…
i’m honored by your visit
and thank you for liking “my garden”…
-je-
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Reblogged this on Voices and Visions.
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Beautiful image and poem.
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lovely
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Wonderful capture! I’m stunned.
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