photography
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After the Rain
Resting in quiet elegance, her petals jeweled with storm-born tears, shimmering like pearls in the hush after rain. Each droplet clings, unwilling to let go, a fragile memory of passion whispered between thunder and silence… Continue reading
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After the Storm
Her tumultuous clouds retreat—the scent of rain and earth in her wake—invigorating a world with a sense of renewal… Continue reading
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An Ole Forgotten Tale
Weaving a tapestry of green, ivy lovingly clings to her timeworn walls, embracing a long forgotten tale… Continue reading
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A Wildflower’s Tale
The purple wildflower, content with her ephemeral beauty—a fleeting masterpiece painted by the hand of God—beckons nature with her golden sunburst heart. A testament to the quiet magic of creation… Continue reading
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September’s Beauty!
“By all these lovely tokens, September days are here. With summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer.”— Helen Hunt Jackson — According to weather folklore, “Fair on September 1st, fair for the month.” If that’s the case, then the… Continue reading
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Sunset Over the Scioto
Languid waters of the Scioto River eagerly embrace her crimson glow, uniting in a canvas of beauty… Continue reading
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Whatcha Lookin At?!
Nature’s feathered beauties never cease to amaze with their quizzical expressions, knowing perfectly well when I’m taking their photo… Continue reading
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Chasing Beauty
“There’s always a sunrise and always a sunset and it’s up to you to choose to be there for it… Put yourself in the way of beauty.” — Cheryl Strayed — Continue reading
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Reflection of Hope
Her soft glow stirred the slumbering lake—air smelling of dew, eager with anticipation, yet caught between realms… A gentle kiss along the waters, igniting rays of light, climbing skyward across the canvas of dawn… Her beauty revealed, the world awakens,… Continue reading
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Ghosts of Ohio’s Erie Canal
Whispers linger on weathered stones, where specters spin tales of yesteryear’s canal boats. Old towpaths, now cradled in nature’s tender grasp, echo with the ghostly cadence of invisible horse teams. Their legacy drifts through the air, a soft rustle among… Continue reading
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A Sunset’s Love
In a bashful glance—acknowledging the sun’s affection—northern clouds blush, tinged with warmth… While taking this photo, the clouds to the north were more beautiful than the actual sunset. Continue reading
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Heaven’s Battle Lines
Emerging in an apocalyptic embrace — murky, churning, tinged with menace — rain-cooled air descends, racing ahead of the thunderstorm’s fury. In a violent collision, warmer-moist air lifts skyward, condensing into the brooding shelf cloud. It’s as if heaven has… Continue reading
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