This composition with wight roses and reflection of trees is wonderful, Yan!
Very nice composition Ian. Great detail in those roses. :)
Best regards from Virginia, Tom
Dear Eva, Tom and Raz
I am pleased to have you each affirm this image. At first I thought that by including the background it would be too busy, but I am very pleased with the outcome and your compliments.
My warmest regards,
Great, well balanced composition, divided diagonally with contrasting dark blue & grey against the brightness of the roses and foliage. Nicely seen, Ian. Theolfa
I very much appreciate your reviewing of my images, Theolfa.
Beautiful and interesting composition, Ian! Day and night, black and white .. smile and tear! That inspires me, this picture..! My greetings, Simona
Nicely seen, Beautiful. Greetings from Greetje.
Dear Ian, what a poetical photo, beautifully composed! My warmest regards, may
Simona, Greetje and May
Thank you each for your delightful and appreciative comments. It is a joy to share with you in our common art and to exchange greetings and kind regards.
Ian (currently in Tonga)
Hello my dear Ian, Summer Roses in limited time section...like summer sounds and summer days...so they are very expressive...
The warm scents in fusion with the softness of a summer evening, kindle sparks of love and confusion in every lover's breast, dear Füsun K. I am pleased that you delight in such images for you always bring them to life.
Right, i remember Shelley...
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friendly greetings dearest Ian. Füsun K.
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance;
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance;
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose.
It mingles with the river
for a breeze of summer
wafts scent on rippling water,
wrapping itself around the globe,
touching hearts of others:
Bette and Ian
I have opened this one because of the flowers, but I find myself transported into a world of poetry instead. Thank you Füsun for the beautiful piece by P.B Shelley, and thank you Ian for this poem which is so touching and very meaningful for me, and I do not know who wrote it.
The photo is lovely too Ian, beautifully composed.
It is with a quiet joy that I read your response to both the image and the exchange of poetry - something that Füsun and I do often and the poetry ranges across the aeons from ancient Greek to contemporary Ian. My response above was to partially quote Beet Midler's Rose lyrics with my own ending - no wonder you didn't know who the poet was.
And we welcome your poetic responses anytime and thank you for your graciousness and appreciative responses.
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