Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Nature's COLOR!



I know it's not winter...but look at the color in this shot! 

[I was shuffling through my photos and found this one with its color and texture. 
It is from somewhere near Sugar Mountain, NC, USA. If you can ever go there you must
The views are stunning. Winter is amazing there. I shot the best winter photos 
(stark contrast of steel blue winter sky against white that I will ever find...)] 

There's nothing better than the natural hues and 
striking color variation found...in nature. 
Nothing! 
(Still waiting for color here in good ol' WI)
"I'm waiting..."
As a girl, I do remember that one time it snowed 5 (inches) on May 5
(in Wisconsin, USA...) 
(Just sayin')
:-)

Friday, April 15, 2016

Mid century modern “Kitchen Art.”







Mid century modern (vintage) kitchen towels…are the latest RAGE. This little towel (just happens) to be made (in of all places) Paris! ‘They’ knew how to do it…then!! ;-) I wear my pearls in the kitchen when I have this towel out for display (NOT for use, however.) Aren’t they (more) like…works of art?

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Two best shots...to date.




First Visitation of a Hummingbird in Spring



(This has been hard! 
We are still trying diligently, 
to bring you a really good shot, here.) 
lg
:-)

Friday, March 28, 2014

'Little Birdie'



Little Birdie

I don’t want this poem crafted
with stanzas
or to end with a shocking ‘surprise’

Most certainly I do not want this poem to gob-smack
you right in between your eyes

I want this poem to be like a muzzle that sneaks up behind for a little cuddle 
I want this poem to be soft, feathery, and brown
I want this poem to grow up right from the ground
I want this poem to be lighter than air
I want this poem to float everywhere
I want this poem to sing a sweet little song
I want this poem to just happen along
I want this poem to vanish as you turn your head
I want this poem to greet you as you rise up from your bed
I want this poem to fly fly away 
and to come back at the end of the day 
I want this poem to give you a thrill
I want this poem to meet you over there on the hill
and if you're in doubt the same time next year
I want this poem to reappear.


© Karen Ann Powell


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