Magic to Me

Here is a little magic from Michelle Marie, a lovely use of photographic art to capture light, weather and a gossamer castle. It may even be a Visual Haiku. What do you see that is implied but not visible? ūüôā Have a great weekend!! Cheers, Brenda

Tell Me About It

Magic (1 of 1)

If I could illustrate Magic to Me
this is what I would submit!
Magical twinkles
Magical webs
Magical dreams
Magic to Me

I hope you see it too!

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Fairyland Express

Here is a magical photograph from Hummingbird Dreams, a terrific flower photographer and all around magical person. I hope you’ll find time to drop by her site. Have a great weekend!! Warmly, Brenda

Hummingbird Dreams Photography

prepare to board the
fairyland express where you
will be naturally impressed

Fairyland Express All Aboard the Fairyland Express

In-camera double exposure of an artichoke plant gone to seed with some nearby yellow flowers.
Gear used/Specs (first image only):
Olympus OM-D E-M5
m. Zuiko 40-150mm lens @ 145mm
ISO: 100
Aperture: f/7.1
Shutter Speed: 1/160

Post processed in Lightroom and stylized in Perfect Photo Suite 8. Fractalius plugin, mat, watermark and title added in Corel PaintShop Pro X6 Ultimate.

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Rose Petal Path


Another might have taken the path less traveled,
I walked the path strewn with rose petals.
Perhaps the roses faded, and the petals blew away,
But each step crushed the scent into my fiber.
That day has made all the difference to my life.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

References: The path referenced in the first line is from a famous poem I will reprint here, courtesy of The Poetry Foundation, with my own yellow wood.

Note: The poem is dedicated to my hubby, a fine man in every way. I’m also posting it in honor of my hubby’s friend who is marrying tomorrow.

Golden Woodland Path, autumn, fall, tree

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I‚ÄĒ
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.