When I was younger we had a fig tree. I grew up in its arms, rejoicing in its fruits. I watched it change through out the seasons. There was a sense of rebirth in its flesh, leaves, bark. I had set its memories somewhere deep within my sacred alters until you shared with us your newest creation.
Thank you for allowing me to be your first photo blog. Thank you for awakening such sweet memories.
Beautiful photos! I love that shot of the orange!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was younger we had a fig tree. I grew up in its arms, rejoicing in its fruits. I watched it change through out the seasons. There was a sense of rebirth in its flesh, leaves, bark. I had set its memories somewhere deep within my sacred alters until you shared with us your newest creation.
ReplyDeleteThank you for allowing me to be your first photo blog. Thank you for awakening such sweet memories.
Peace and joy,
Christina