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Monday, January 18, 2010

A Winter's Walk in Miniature











Sometimes I see the smallest things, and I wonder, how do the others pass on by?

17 comments:

RosyRevolver said...

Beautiful.

Johanna said...

I feel the same way as you. Aren't each of these pictures of yours little treasures? We are so lucky to have these beautiful gifts right at our finger tips.

jordan said...

AMAZING ice. so gorgeous lady. i wanna come on walks with you ;)

MrsLittleJeans said...

I want to come on your walks too! Wow, gorgeous! An introduction to a most beautiful week!

xox

Michaela Dawn:Windy Woman said...

Ha, I enjoyed this walk...
and the things that capture your eye...

mme. bookling said...

I said WOW aloud to a number of those photographs. I am so glad to hear that you are taking care of yourself in this way.

The Noisy Plume: said...

Ice ice baby...

Kim said...

Lichen and pine cones and ice, oh my!

Lovely.

Kristina Sostarko said...

such gorgeous little treats. I especially love the icy ones. But in all honesty, they're all pretty amazing. Nature is an amazing thing, and I wholeheartedly agree - how do others walk on by? :)

lulu said...

man, i miss nature!

Sunny Rising Leather said...

It is because you SEE those things that you wonder - some just simply don't notice.
It's what makes you an artist :)

You are lovely,
Allison

Jesse Link said...

Should have worn my gloves :)

Susie said...

beautiful.
I love how you see the world around you :)

UmberDove said...

ahhhhhhhh.

I love the world around me too.

Nancy*McKay said...

...really...?...rock formations trimmed with iced ruffles...never before have i ever seen...such an abundance of beauty...

thewindhover said...

your images; are tiny pictures of truth and beauty in the world - they take my breath away... thank you, thank you...

Changing with Time said...

I love the last two pictures. I can feel the wonderful texture of the rocks on the tips of my fingers.