Who has words equal to the glory of a blossom bursting from its prison; from a tight green ball to a salsa-dancer’s swirl of colors?
Not I.
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Misty Ridge Musings 
The words that come to mind upon viewing these photos are unspeakable!
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A picture is a poem without words – Horace
Beautiful poetry Nadia.
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And what a beautiful comment, Leon. Thank you. And thank you for the quote.
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so colorful and gorgeous 😉
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Thank you, Joshi! 🙂
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I have been thinking about another way to put this. Your imagery makes Georgia O’Keeffe’s imagery look puritanical !
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Gee, I keep staring at your imagery. One thing I know for certain regarding the power of your images : color. You have it full throttle and to the hilt. Bravo.
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Amazing images
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Thank you!
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Excellent blog I like it very much
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Thank you so much!
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