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Photo Prompt: Make a Wish on a Dandelion

Photo Title: Sunset/Dandelion © Jared May Jared in Kansas
Visit his blog to see additional photos. And, his Etsy site HERE.
The photographer lives in Riley, Kansas, and is a husband,
father, friend, math teacher, nature lover, and fine art photographer.
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Writing Prompt
Make a very special wish on this dandelion.
For you, or for someone or something else you love.
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Photo used with permission from Jared May.

23 comments:

glorv1 said...

My wish on this dandelion is that Billie of BillieBlog will not suffer so much with the loss of her Taylor pet family member. I wish that this journey painful as it is to pass quickly so that she can get on with her life. That is my wish.

Meandering Michael said...

From every weed there sprouts a flower.
And from that flower, seeds are grown.
When seeds are blown, great things are sown.

My wish for you is that great things will be sown when your life blows.

Written in the hospital, hoping something good will come out of all of these weeds.

sudharm baxi said...

i hate to mention this poem in relation to such a bright and intelligent photo, but i too had a wish once so thought of sharing it with you all..

read at..
http://baxiwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/kill-me.html

and i am surely going to write a livelier, jollier one soon..

sudharm baxi said...

The link..

Kill Me

and i just loved the photo...
muuaah...

Stephen Dell'Aria said...

The cosmos, seconds before the big bang.

A Cuban In London said...

Are we allowed to make our wish in silence :-)?

Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

James Parker said...

WISHING AND HOPING

The amber rays of sunset,
Come filtering through the spore,
That forms a fragile halo,
Round this humble seedpod's core.

Dandelion is what it's called,
A strange name, yes indeed.
But most folks know it better as,
A common pesky weed.

But dreamers hold it special,
As they blow the seeds away,
That it will grant their hidden wish,
And bring happiness their way.


Michael..my prayers are with you and your family.
Sudharm..I visited and left droppings

sudharm baxi said...

James,

Your words are always so kind.
And your poetry beautifully yet simply crafted.
Thanks for dropping by and those wonderful dropping.. :)

Faith said...

For each seed flying
feathered and delighted in the late
sun, for each dandelion across
the entire field how many seeds
a life time of wishes
millions upon millions
and for each one I would blow
until I have no breath
and each one floating away
to make new wishes
all for a little girl
each seed a healing.


Michael...thinking of you and your family.

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

A Cuban In London, yes, wishes can be made in silence! They can also be in a form of poetry, affirmations, or prayer. And, my prayer right now goes out to (Jade, Michael, Fawn, and Halia.)

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

And, another wish for Renee:) And, for all the innocent animals, children, and helpless people who are unable to fend for themselves!!

thezeninyou said...

I wish for happiness, peace and love
I wish for guideline from above
I wish for for a moment that I could fly
I think right now that I might try...

thezeninyou said...

I wish I re-read my first comment before posting...it's guidance not guideline! LOL... Here's what I wanted to post:


I wish for happiness, peace and love
I wish for guidance from above
I wish for for a moment that I could fly
I think right now that I might try...

glorv1 said...

Nancy, another wish is for me to have better photo skills because I have a new Kodak M863 so it is me and not the camera that is producing unfocused pix. lololol. Take care.

Meandering Michael said...

Thanks, all. She seems to be doing much better today. EEG results to come...

Glynis said...

A great blog!
A wish I have made for friends and family, good health and happiness.

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

Michael: I'm so glad to hear that your daughter is doing much better. Please keep us posted!

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Hi, Nancy - I have an award for you over at OMM. :)

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

I'm so honored for my award, K:)
I left a long and rambling "thank you" on your lovely blog!

Tweedles -- that's me... said...

As I take this little dandelion in my hand and hold it to the sky,,,
I make a wish that someday soon all the little animals left out in the cold- abandoned and frightened, will find a forever home soon- as it breaks my heart to think of them. I wish for hope. for them.
tweedles mom

Tessa said...

Glowing wishes...may they all come true. Beautiful, faintly surreal photograph.

Renee said...

What a beautiful picture.

Sweetheart, there is no need to grow up.

Love Renee xoxo

LisaAnnVan said...

Dandilion, oh Dandilion, how precious you are. You are vast and majestic in the field. Just like our ashes can be turned into beauty, your seeds are blown, but never unknown. Some people make a wish and blow, while others let their worries go;welcoming an amazing new season to come. Time passes and Spring begins, I just can't help but stop and grin. I see the field with your radiant yellow. My heart smiles as I look back at the bad seeds I shed, moving forward and looking ahead. God reminds me each seed has a meaning. With your spring yellow flower in bloom again, I thank God for you.
You are a flower and not a weed, God made you unique indeed. While others may nag about you in their yard, Keep standing firm and disregard. Yellow Flower, I love you so. You conquered your weed and now are a flower. When you turn to silver gray, I look at your wisdom; I'm reminded to pray. When your seeds start to blow in it's season, I know you were created for a glorious reason.Your yellow is gone, but your strength remains strong. And so, my Precious Dandilion, you're so symbolic in more ways than one. We both go through seasons, ordained by God. We're crowned with strength, given by God. We're not a weed, we're not alone, God blossoms us, season by season, He knows us by name. Until the day we see his face, we'll remain strong and run this race. He turns ashes into beauty and a weed into a flower. Let us rejoice, stand firm and be grateful each day. We're his creation, whether human or flower, to give him the glory and all the honor. And so, my precious dandilion flower, each time I see you, joy springs from my heart. No matter yellow or Silver gray, you're oh so radiant. You've touched my heart!

 

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