I took this photo of a rose in my mother's yard last year.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
"I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers,
Of April, May, of June and July-flowers;
I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes..."
        —Robert Herrick
“A good snapshot
 stops a moment 
from running away.”  
--Eudora Welty
 
 
 
No comments:
Post a Comment