Wordless Wednesday: 3/30/2016 March 30, 2016A // W // F Murray Run Greenway, Roanoke Va. – March 2016 Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Stunning! The rays of sun cutting into the quiet, still undergrowth stop my breath. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Thanks Lulu! I love this shot, too… The forest is coming alive right now, and it just plain makes me happy! Have a beautiful day, girl. You so deserve it. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Yes!! I love that image, and I wouldn’t have thought of it myself. Thank you. I see this photo with new eyes now. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
That is what your photos do. I don’t quite know how, but they do suggest. A piece of wood looks like a boat in the making. That’s nice. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
It is indeed. And I’ll take that as a high compliment … Truly. Thank you. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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Stunning! The rays of sun cutting into the quiet, still undergrowth stop my breath.
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Thanks Lulu! I love this shot, too… The forest is coming alive right now, and it just plain makes me happy!
Have a beautiful day, girl. You so deserve it. 🙂
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Thank you! You do, too, lovely! Enjoy it 🙂
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A canoe waiting to happen? Carve it out and paddle across the Amazon…
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Yes!! I love that image, and I wouldn’t have thought of it myself.
Thank you. I see this photo with new eyes now. 🙂
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That is what your photos do. I don’t quite know how, but they do suggest. A piece of wood looks like a boat in the making. That’s nice. 🙂
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It is indeed. And I’ll take that as a high compliment … Truly. Thank you. 🙂
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Pas de quoi… 😉
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🙂
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