Random therapeutic photography

By Anonymous -

This morning I am digging deep in my photography bank to provide us all with a little bit of spring for the eyes and for the heart, even while the wind still howls out of doors...
Colour
Ocean

Joy

Peace

Beauty

Beginnings

New

Brilliant

Love

Friendship

Family 
Simplicity

Humour


Comments

  1. Rita21 March 2013 at 12:45

    Such beautiful images! I particularly love the unfurling fern. Love how everything uncurls with greater warmth and light.

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  2. Alison22 March 2013 at 22:08

    A fabulous set of photos, I wish I had half the eye for a good shot. I hope spring turns up soon for you :-)

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