It was a trip to the beach, and yet this tender scene in the parking lot caught my attention. A fallen feather had nestled into the fingered embrace of the pine. It looked so safe and serene in it's wispy sweep as the April winds blew by.
Thanks Megan. Sometimes when all you can see are the cracks in the pavement, a gift of beauty seems to blow in from the wind and everything makes perfect sense.
Beautiful. I love that you were able to capture the caprice of the wind. What a careful, artful eye you have!
ReplyDeleteThanks Megan. Sometimes when all you can see are the cracks in the pavement, a gift of beauty seems to blow in from the wind and everything makes perfect sense.
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