A blue tit, wet after the downpour, landed on the branch of my tree to dry off!
"The flower burns under the frost and its petals sparkle in the tangle of branches like crystal embroidery."
The flowers in my garden love and court each other, accept their neighbors whom they naturalize; propagate in abundance, experiencing no discomfort, season after season.
"Tremble, I am the robin. See on my chest the red sign, and in my eye the fire of constant victories" Colette
Photography is more than a factual means of communicating ideas. It is a creative art. Ansel Adams Quote