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

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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

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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

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Photo Stone #20

Two story mansion for small feathered friends. Perhaps an elderly spinster aunt, occupies the dormered attic. Elizabeth Crawford  8/27/11

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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

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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

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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

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Photo Stone #16

Water rushing over rocks, plashing, splashing its way to lower ground with soothing sound that gentles. Elizabeth Crawford  8/22/11

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Photo Stone #15

Nostalgia reaches out, wraps me in soft warm shawl of memory. Elizabeth Crawford  8/20/11

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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

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