Tag Archives: Photo Stones
Photo Stone #23
This is the last of the photo stones. Wanted to leave you with a bit of color and beauty. Elizabeth Crawford 8/31/11
Photo Stone #22
This Waldo is a rabbit. Perhaps he thinks if he does a bunny freeze, no one will see him. Elizabeth Crawford 8/30/11
Photo Stone #21
Lily pads, as far as the eye could see. A quiet stillness punctuated by deep bass of frogs, heard but never seen. Elizabeth Crawford 8/29/11
Photo Stone #20
Two story mansion for small feathered friends. Perhaps an elderly spinster aunt, occupies the dormered attic. Elizabeth Crawford 8/27/11
Photo Stone #19
Told my sister of these rather exotic daisies, I had seen the night before. She asked what color they were. “Pink.” She stepped to the patio window, pointed out to far corner and said, They’re called Cone Flowers. I looked, … Continue reading
Photo Stone #18
Clouds tell such wonderful stories. Waldo is here again, this time as a dog. Can you find him? Elizabeth Crawford 8/25/11
Photo Stone #17
A bridge connects people, places, things. Crosses in-between spaces not readily accessible. Those who construct bridges are not afraid of in-between places, see them as simply creative opportunities. Elizabeth Crawford 8/23/11
Photo Stone #16
Water rushing over rocks, plashing, splashing its way to lower ground with soothing sound that gentles. Elizabeth Crawford 8/22/11
Photo Stone #15
Nostalgia reaches out, wraps me in soft warm shawl of memory. Elizabeth Crawford 8/20/11
Photo Stone #14
Leaves, vines green with fruitful promise of fresh food for the table, awaiting coming moment of harvest. Elizabeth Crawford 8/19/11