warm enough for barefoot in the sun?
with that last pic, now that song, ‘chicks dig it’ is going thru my head ‘pain hurts, but only for a minute…(something or other)…all we’re left with is the memories we’ve made.’
From the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia I write to synthesize what I'm learning at the time, whether it be poetry, a political commentary, or a letter to my mother in Hull, Massachusetts, where I'm originally from. Whenever I don't know exactly what it is I'm doing and it borders on wasting my time, I call it research. 'Dear Abby, How can I get rid of freckles?' was my first published piece at the age of 11.
November 16th, 2009 6:04 pm
That first photo is pure poetry!
November 16th, 2009 7:58 pm
WOW the pics are great!! The second photo reminds of the sanctuary at Marshfield that we walked on. xox
November 16th, 2009 8:35 pm
Exactly! That’s what it reminded me of too. It was taken at Pandapas Pond near Blacksburg the same day these were taken: http://www.looseleafnotes.com/notes/2009/11/november_remembered.html
November 17th, 2009 3:59 am
You have successfully labeled photos once again! Nice weather this week, wasn’t it?
November 17th, 2009 7:21 am
I love the shoes. They have character.
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November 17th, 2009 7:44 am
I love these photos, Colleen. They tell a lovely story. And that first one reminds me of an impressionist painting. Monet perhaps?
November 17th, 2009 1:53 pm
Great photos! That first one is absolutely gorgeous!
November 17th, 2009 4:25 pm
warm enough for barefoot in the sun?
with that last pic, now that song, ‘chicks dig it’ is going thru my head ‘pain hurts, but only for a minute…(something or other)…all we’re left with is the memories we’ve made.’
November 17th, 2009 4:38 pm
Oh, Colleen, beautiful photos with such meaningful captions.
Wish more people took the last one to heart!