Photography Blog from ON.ca.

Posts tagged “Garden

Iris Transitions

 

 


Antique Impression: Garden Moments

 


So Red

 

 

So red it grows –

not black or green – leaves/stem

race Time’s quick grasp.

 


Garden Gloves in Monochrome

 

COME into the garden, Maud,

For the black bat, night, has flown,

Come into the garden, Maud,

I am here at the gate alone;

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,

And the musk of the rose is blown.

Come into the Garden, Maud

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron (1809–92)

 


From Here to There

 

From here to there falls

blossoms swimming through still air –

floating memories.