A Sunday before Easter
Another day, one more day, same day, same people, other people … Poetry and flowers are the same.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of
leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and
of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Rabindranath Tagore – Gitanjali (1912)
What a beautiful celebration of Spring, so much joy in the poem and the images. Somehow, you manage to bring together brightly colored and subtly colored photographs and it all works together. The black and white, the one yellow bud where you removed color from the rest of the shot, they are as interesting as the intensely colored photographs, and it all harmonizes.
I love spring, I love flowers, I love poems, I love colors… I love to play with all these and to get something out of them.
Thank you, Lynn, appreciate !
Excellent shots! 🙂
Thank you, Tom!