I move about the new mowed yard.
It is wet from the rain last night.
Raindrops still hang on the limbs of the green trees.
The branches hang toward the earth they are heavy with moisture.
They are life, they are art, they are being, and they are here.
What my eyes see I try to photograph, I try to place the images into art or words.
Nothing comes close to the realty of the beauty.
I took the digital camera out into the green yard trying to capture the rapture,
the sense, and the essence of what I feel and see.
I never can come close to the time I spent this morning walking in the wet grass and yellow flowers.
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....
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.Words & Graphics by Tomas