the prompt this week- shift in time
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November 2, 2009 by Sandy
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her golden crown……….lovely!!
Beautiful and perfect. It always seems autumn is here to stay…and then that wind comes. And winter is here.
very good ..
Oh, how true. Those beautiful colors have gone with the wind. Wonderful haiga!
Yes, a blow of the wind robs her of that beautiful golden crown. Lovely autumn shot.
beautiful..:)
All I can add to this is … perfect! and the picture is so majestic.
This is absolutely lovely!
Autumn, to me, defines memory. It is the season when our present moves into our past forming a part of our yesterday.
Nice one Sandy! Beautiful work.
PS: Thanks re: lighthouse photos, most appreciated.
Peak foliage lasted about one day this year due to inclement weather. Such a long anticipation of a beautiful time of year. Bittersweet, glorious but very stunted. You never know how long you have to appreciate something, living moment to moment is not such a bad way to go from time to time.
bill;www.wildramblings.com
breathtaking….i love love love it…
What a lovely haiku. Soon all the leaves will fly away. Nicely done.
love, Melanie
P.S. I am no longer know as Beloved Dreamer. I lost that site while in hospital
I am now Cassiopeia Rises
http://ccassiopeiarises.blogspot.com
lovely photo and words
reminds me of golden crown turning white~
also love the shift in space, the golden light filtering through the leaves…
Wonderful photo and the words are a perfect compliment.
Great post.
Unique perspective. I like this picture. Yes, the golden color is now gone. Leaving us with hopes for next spring to come soon.
Great shot.
love the perspective and the beautiful colour of fall.
beautifully created! Those gusts of autumn wind- we are experiencing them today
a fleeting splendor. breathtaking!
oh yes, indeed. How fortunate for you to have captured that golden moment. We wait but a moment, and the golden glory is gone, remaining only in memory.