Is that a bad thing??
For my Birmingham area readers I will be offering another series of photography classes. Designed for amateur photographers with any type digital/film camera who want to be more creative and learn to take better family and vacation photos.
Community Education South
April 25-May 23 ( Monday evenings)
6:00-8:00 PM
Contact me at : virgjones@gmail.com
19 comments:
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Our rain has finally stopped (I hope). Beautiful rose - beautiful photo!
Rain is not a bad thing.
Its a blessing from heaven.
And it did make your rose look so pretty with the raindrops on it.
Have a great day Virginia.
Costas
It is raining here but no roses...
"Rained again"
Yeah right. Laundry spray. Thought you'd get away with, huh?!
Perfect!:)
I can nearly smell this one.....
Rain? Boo Hoo! Check out my forecast for April1... no joke!
Really pretty. Great job, Virginia.
That's so cool that you teach classes. I hope you get as much out of the classes as your students.
We'll probably won't have rain for a long time now but we do have roses!
What a lovely one!
Certainly not, and especially when you are behind the camera.
Rain is better than snow! Laundry spray indeed!! Pay no attention to the curmudgeon. The petals look perfectly formed and what beautiful hues!
Kate, a day without the curmudgeon is like a day without sunshine! :)
Kitty, oh I certainly do learn right along with my students.
Bird, Let me guess...fluffy and white???
Costas, that it is and it also washed all the pollen down the drain. Yippee for all my allergic friends!
JB you got roses yet???
What's the saying April showers bring May flowers. But it's still only March. Close enough to enjoy this gorgeous bloom!
'Tis a good thing when you can capture fabulous photos like this one!!!!
(Though I have to disagree with Kate...snow is much better than rain!!!)
well when it lends itself to photos like this I say 'let it rain'
rain bad cold good
Whispers of the Pink Rose
Standing in my enchanted garden upon tip-toes
I tried to reach the upper-most pink rose
My daughter came running, her face aglow
Dear mom, why do you love the pink rose so
And my thoughts spun back in time
To my favourite pastime
I remembered that day clearly, I was so sad
And feeling a bit left out too, I must add
I know now that the pink rose will always prevail
As the memory lane to my very first fairy tale
It was the day I was bewitched like no other
And the pink rose became the symbol for my mother
On that warm, golden and crisp spring day
A day when my Daddy seemed so far away
My favourite playmate, my big sister
Her first day of school had concurred
The baby was crying and chaos rained
I started crying too, everything was insane
Then as if by magic, Chaos merged into Peace
My baby-sister was soon fast asleep
The house was refreshingly spick and span
And mystical awakenings had began
Eyes sparkling, I floated dreamily on soft lap
As Mom opened a book nicely wrapped
Mesmerizing, she slowly turned the pages
I saw dragons and princesses from all ages
But what enraptured me most of all
Were pink roses forming a castle wall
And as the story of Sleeping Beauty unfurled
I was transported to a magical world
Dear daughter, seemingly in a wink
My mother had transformed Sorrow into Roses of Pink
A fragrant memory of that day still flows
I still hear the alluring whispers of the pink rose
Sweet Pink Roses to remind me of a mother so clever
May pink roses bloom in your life too...forever
by Amy I Ramdass
Very delicate, Virginia. Nice image.
Rain can't be a bad thing if it brings out a photo like this.
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