Beautiful photo with a lovely verse.
Thank you, Kate.
The beautiful photograph is just like a painting. The perfect triangle of light is a great description.
I wrote this poem several months ago. I always ask the universe for the perfect photo to accompany it and it hasn't failed me yet... :)
How wonderful, it was words first and then the perfect photo to accompany them later! Everything fitted so well that I first assumed that it must have been the other way about! I once saw children playing on a hillside on a windy day. Arms, like wings, opened. The joyful rising into morning air!
Hi Peter, Yes, it has always been the poem first, even with the one involving your beautiful pot. First the poem and then I always seem to be lead to the perfect photo. The only exception has been Montucky's gorgeous wildflower, the Dark-throated Shooting Star. I knew when I read his description of that flower it had to be a poem."The joyful rising into morning air!" That is wonderful. Children seem to know we have wings and then as we grow up we forget... :)
Lovely picture with apt word-flow!!
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