It’s hard to say how long I watched them
She, he, they flew overhead
I thought at first he was leading
But as I watched he slowed
And she, catching his stream, took the lead
This dance of unison grace
I wept…
It’s hard to know how long I stood there
I ♥ Orange
I was broken…I’m not going to say I wasn’t…I was…I’m not anymore…however I am drawn to the broken ones…the flowers that maybe aren’t as bright and healthy like this little purple flower. She looked a little shy, maybe her stem wasn’t tall and strong like mine. I kinda like this little flower out of all the big bright flowers my girl gave me today! I’ve spent the afternoon photographing them and I ended up with this. I like being less shiny, less seen. I just like growing here! With you!~ღ~
I used to always try to capture the full moons, till I realized it’s always the same moon. I knew this growing up as a kid but having the tools to look closer I seemed to get lost in the chase…maybe. I used to race home to get my tripod, me and Angel would traipse through the field to get just the right shot. Then one day, I just got over it. I lost the urge to photograph every single full moon. I can’t say why for certain, only that one day I just stopped. Tonight I decided to do it again.
~ღ~From my prayer garden~ღ~
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