Flowers—Lines—Ice

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In witherings, she repeated. You must wrap me in witherings.

Witherings

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19 responses

  1. So pretty…and the words…I don’t know where you found them (or are they yours?), but I do love them and can imagine them on a page in a book…. What’s her name…older, Southern, gentlewoman writer….???

    May 28, 2013 at 3:47 pm

    • Eudora Welty….. 🙂

      May 28, 2013 at 3:49 pm

      • THe words are mine, Scott, and I am delighted by your reaction to them, thank you. 🙂

        May 29, 2013 at 11:48 am

        • Well, those are beautiful words, Melanie…and you’re very welcome. 🙂

          May 29, 2013 at 12:37 pm

  2. Wow, Melanie. This is so beautiful!

    May 28, 2013 at 3:52 pm

  3. awfully beautiful

    May 28, 2013 at 3:59 pm

  4. Wow, this is such a tender and moving post….words and image….beautiful and a little haunting 🙂

    May 28, 2013 at 7:09 pm

    • Thank you, Seonaid. 🙂 I’m so glad it reaches you in this way.

      May 29, 2013 at 11:50 am

  5. You can find such beauty in everything you photograph. Love this.

    May 28, 2013 at 7:53 pm

  6. wow, this is amazing! Fantastic, intriguing work.

    May 28, 2013 at 8:10 pm

  7. Perfect.

    May 29, 2013 at 2:50 am

  8. Wow, there’s so much drama in this shot. Why do all your recent shots remind me of the 1920s and art deco? Wonderful.

    May 29, 2013 at 1:42 pm

    • Ohh, so interesting! You know, I am steeped at the moment, for my research, in the early 20th century. Who knows what impact this is having on my imagination! 🙂

      May 30, 2013 at 1:12 pm

  9. Faded grandeur – love it 🙂

    May 30, 2013 at 5:17 pm

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