tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post967997768677002003..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: HorizonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-65832375231002226402008-11-29T23:50:00.000-05:002008-11-29T23:50:00.000-05:00Whether it be truth or fiction, thank you for shar...Whether it be truth or fiction, thank you for sharing your stories :)Every Photo Tells A Storyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03914175541948429064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-65934673460637116772008-11-19T17:35:00.000-05:002008-11-19T17:35:00.000-05:00Beautiful photograph! I thought it was a painting ...Beautiful photograph! I thought it was a painting when I first saw it. I wish I was there right now:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-87853815827145574112008-11-14T22:23:00.000-05:002008-11-14T22:23:00.000-05:00I'm at this place to get away from the noisy cars ...I'm at this place to get away from the noisy cars and noisy people, and to listen to the waves crash onto the shore. And let my busy thoughts slowly fade until I am one with the ocean and the air and the blue sky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-72293791983507086122008-11-13T23:01:00.000-05:002008-11-13T23:01:00.000-05:00"Yellow and red run together,to make a glowing ora..."Yellow and red run together,<BR/>to make a glowing orange,<BR/>like watercolors washed<BR/>across west coast fog,<BR/>teasing the depths of<BR/>water blue."<BR/><BR/>I walked silently along the damp coastline, my bare feet sinking every few steps into the cold sand, so bright against the shadowed forest wall. With every gust of ocean air the trees swayed a little further to each side their Sarah Siwickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01708386682912104078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-217446495965802032008-11-13T19:57:00.000-05:002008-11-13T19:57:00.000-05:00i'll have to come back to post my story. but i lov...i'll have to come back to post my story. but i love the image. peaceful and serene.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-38727375331315850672008-11-13T17:17:00.000-05:002008-11-13T17:17:00.000-05:00"Wow neary, That is a beautiful painting" Moe said..."Wow neary, That is a beautiful painting" Moe said as she eyed the cookie stand.<BR/>"Moe, you din't really care if my painting wins," Neary said exasperated, " you just came for the food."<BR/>"Not true neary," *gulp* "I love looking at your art work. I is just a little hard to see when it is under that big blue ribbon."<BR/><BR/>__________________________<BR/>And that is how neary got 1st prizeRachaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00959526862798061786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-85617570980597220892008-11-13T09:57:00.000-05:002008-11-13T09:57:00.000-05:00When I was ten years old, I took my first trip to ...When I was ten years old, I took my first trip to Florida to visit my grandmother. This was a big deal for me, and I can still remember going to the beach and swimming the warm waters searching for sand dollars and shells.WHY?https://www.blogger.com/profile/03189184991051926997noreply@blogger.com