I stood there in awe, my eyes drinking in the spectacle of the magnolia trees surrounding me. A I contemplated the thick clusters of blooms starring the branches, I felt a petal gently detach itself from the tree, float about in the air...before gently resting upon my head. I decided to bring it home as a memory of a beautiful afternoon spent in the company of these beauties.
Here is the journey in pictures:
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| Yellow Magnolias |
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| Language of Fallen Petals |
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| Tucked away in a Marquez... |
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| Petal in a Book |
Each one is a visual poem by itself, beautiful Priyanka!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your lovely words, Padmaja:):)
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