I was flipping through some photos of one of my trips to California and came upon this one of my nephew Benjamain who was enjoying the idea of creating photo art. He, of course, became my subject. I love the feeling of unexpectedly coming across a field of flowers. The flowers were like a ballet choreographed with twists and turns. The way that the troop danced in the breeze was mesmerizing. The weight of each flower lent itself to it's own unique bows and bends. The costumes on stage were brilliant vibrantly detailing the intricacies of each stitch.
We couldn't help ourselves but to join their dance as we carefully tiptoed through the tulips, poppies, carnations, daffodils and layers of green earth.
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