than to cherish the simple miracle of
plaster dancing with glass baubles
and glass baubles dancing with light
(welcome to the dance new followers:
abcd, ratu, vie, pedro, jared,
pepe, daniel, braja, chrissy, tsandy,
ron aka t.o. geezer, other ron, and ree)
13 comments:
Very pretty image Brattcat. Was so sad to hear about your children's childhood home being washed away by Irene, nature takes no prisoners hey! and btw you're welcome 'under the boardwalk' anytime.
Purty, purty.
Lovely photo, great text. Thought-provoking, to say the least.
:) such a pretty picture!
I love this type of sculpture and poor Winnie too. I seemed to have missed you for awhile so I scrolled through. Nice pics. MB
A delight my dear. I couldn't help but smile.
V
Light and poetic..like dance itself!
Poetry, brattcat, poetry. Your observation today on Birdman's site brought home the widespread sadness wrought by Irene.
She is well-crafted with grace and light...
I like the fabric draped across the statue; it makes a nice contrast.
Sweet photo.
Um, maybe a little precious? The light makes it look like the figure is wearing an eye patch on the right side, which is very droll.
Lovely!:)
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