Through my lens . . .everything is beautiful. . .
even the weeds.
Ah, such hope. . .
There are the cultivated flowers . . .
splendid blossoms extravagant and exquisite to be sure. . .
and then there are the weeds who faithfully show up each season. .
right on time.
Every blossom. . .for a reason
When I'm on the ground looking up. . .
they are all perfect.
If you are driving through the countryside. .
and you see a woman .. .
scooting across the field. .
on her tummy. .
Wave. . .it'll be me.
Have a wonderful day my friends.