Here is one of my seasonal shots. This house is directly across the street from my office and one afternoon recently, when I was leaving for home at the end of the day, the setting sun reflected on the mail box giving it a special magic. May you have your own moments of magic today.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Why I enjoy blogging
One of the myriad reasons I enjoy blogging is the community of bloggers. Kate at Chronicles of a Country Girl is a classic example. Kate's photography never ceases to inspire me. Her gentle and funny writing style always draws me in. Her dog George spreads joy and smiles. So I'm wishing Kate a peaceful Christmas holiday with her hubby and family and I'm inviting you to pop by to visit her blog as she's running a contest to celebrate her 2nd anniversary in the blogisphere. Happy Anniversary Kate!
Here is one of my seasonal shots. This house is directly across the street from my office and one afternoon recently, when I was leaving for home at the end of the day, the setting sun reflected on the mail box giving it a special magic. May you have your own moments of magic today.
Here is one of my seasonal shots. This house is directly across the street from my office and one afternoon recently, when I was leaving for home at the end of the day, the setting sun reflected on the mail box giving it a special magic. May you have your own moments of magic today.
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That's gorgeous - fiery and gentle at the sam time.
ReplyDeleteHope your Christmas was fabulous.
:-)
BB
Oh, you are so kind.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love that you found the magic that the setting sun made that day. It's wonderful.
Greetings from Scotland, Elaine. Thank you for stopping by my blog and leaving such a lovely comment. You have a wonderful blog, i've been enjoying my trip through your archives. By the way, Gray should meet Babooshka, she lets me live here, too. ;) Lizzy
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love it when the light gives us a little present. And thank you for sharing that present.
ReplyDeleteGray looks like he is waiting for his catnip pipe and slippers.