Driving along on this cold Winter day, through the Historical District of Prescott Arizona, this enchanting victorian house caught my eye.
A poem below written by my very dear friend Maricet Delany! She writes more amazing than anyone I know Please read below, how her heart portrays what she sees in things and how it makes her feel. I love my amazing friend Maricet. She is like an Angel God has put in my life! ♥
Soft snow plummets to the warmth of the ground, sopped with rain now frozen in time, they lay wasting away beneath sunshine-bright rays. Where oh where, do the snowflakes go when the sun comes out to play. If one listens very carefully they may, hear the earth take sup of this nectarous brew. Then stand to view, unfolding before you, the change; of green to greener or those tender blossoms into fruit.
Nikkor 16-85vr lens
Hand held shot of one raw image. Created 3 images in Photoshop, made from the one image. Processed in Photomatix and edited there among other programs.