Monthly Blog Giveaway #1
Each month I will give away ten cards, created from the images that have appeared the previous 30 (or so) days. The winner will be randomly drawn from those who comment on THIS post, by leaving a favourite quote or passage. The deadline will be on the fifteenth of the following month. The winner will be able to select any ten images they like. Entries are accepted until midnight on February 15th & the winner announced the following day.
Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
That sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
love this poem,
Every flower must grow through dirt.
OH Ev, I love this blog! I read every single one. I enjoyed it. It makes you stop and thing and I never realized that Silent and Listen have the same letters.
Beautiful Photography and quotes. I will have to stop by frequently!
This is one of my very favorite quotes by Eric Hoffer...
"We are told that talent creates its own opportunities. But it sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents".
Have a great evening.
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty - they just move it from their faces into their hearts.
Hey sweet lady! You should have shared sooner that you had this blog! Your photography is amazing! Very artistic.
One of my favorite quotes is short and sweet
Bloom where you're planted.
For me that says it all.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
The ordinary arts we practise everyday at home are of more importance to the soul, than their simplicity might suggest. Thomas Moore
Women are angels. ...
and when someone breaks our wings,
we simply continue to fly...
on a broomstick.
We are flexible and multi-tasking!
"I don't like cats because they look down on us. I don''t like dogs because they look up to us. I like pigs. They treat us as equals!"
The face is the mirror of the mind,
And eyes, without speaking, confess the secrets of the heart.
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