Sunday autumn trees

Sailing...

Sun shines!

Trees enveloped in golden gown.

Separation is inevitable.

Leaves will sail towards their destiny.

One day sun will shine again.

New leaves appear.

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For Becca’s Sunday Trees

Purchase

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Purchase

The ability to purchase an art form is crucial but being able to create one is priceless.

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One of my favourites. Violin. Do listen til end.

Nurturing Thursday: Benevolent

A walk in Pine woods

For Becca’s  Nurturing Thursday

Art of conversation

With so much muddling of facts.                                                                                                         Rational political conversations are                                                                                                    scarcely possible.

For sake of old freindships,                                                                                                                   I put myself on silent mode.

And spend my time to appreciate creativity in                                                                                art and beauty.

-Rupali

 

Friday Fun Foto: Clouds 2 images

The clouds.

The clouds,

reveal my story clearly.

The denseness,

the heaviness,

the structure,

the diffuse blurred edges,

the simple curves,

the fluffy patterns.

They know me so well.

The rationale I applaud them.

I hope you like the entry Kate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Macro Monday: Naughty

He is naughty. Just one touch. Melts the shield I create.

 

 

Sunday Trees: Friends

Action

Together

Enjoyed lunch.

And “Green book”.

Talked forever.

Life is a blessing.

-Rupali

Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees

 

Daffodils!

For Cee’s flower of the day challenge (FOTD).

Harmony in nature,

heals the scars on our soul.

Let us be in nature.

Weekend 73: Spring

The key is the beauty not the size.

She bent on knees wondering

how one day of sunshine

put hundreds of smiling crocuses

on display.

 

Winter – day22

Mobile is off.

Eyes wander.

A sense of gratitude filled the heart.

Seldomly shining Sun does matter.