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I rescued this from the front garden when it was being dug over...it has taken well to being put in my little flower bed in the back garden:)
War memorial, Towneley Hall, Burnley, August 2010.
Taken with a Vivitar PN919 on Kodak Gold 200 film, home developed in Tetenal C41 chemistry
These blue forget-me-not flowers were photographed on the shores of Lake Michigan at Old Mission Point in Traverse City, Michigan.
Camera - Nikon D80
Lens - Nikon 18-135
Aperture - f/8
Exposure - 1/125sec
Focal length - 120mm
Mode - Aperture Priorty
ISO - 140
Quality - jpeg Fine/Large
forget-me-not is my latest poem :) I created with my own digital scrapbook kit called Spring Adventure.
Read my full post: poem - forget-me-not
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook,
Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Keepsake
Before I Forget
Brachialer MetalCore im Flair der Zwanziger und Texten aus dem Leben der Neuzeit.
Konzert vom 17. Juni 2012
Rocktreff Volkspark Mariendorf
A set inspired by the "Forest Hideaway" sets but with a change in accesories and palette.
I like to call this sets 2 in 1, because there is counless mix & match options.
More details, just check my profile.
...and I'll not forget you.
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Helen Beatrix Potter
July 28 1866 -December 22 1943
It seems like I can't keep up with everything in my life. Everything keeps piling up and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and stay in one place. I sometimes wish I had an assistant to rummage through the garbage that occupies my life.
P.s. I took this a while ago and just re-discovered it. Figured I haven't posted in a couple weeks so here ya go.
Color returns turn my ever so green garden. Its a welcome sight, although very small to the eye, but a sure sign that spring is finally making its mark once again.
Where did this tiny flower get it's name from?
Being a romantic I like to think that the legend about the German Knight and his lady walking along the riverbank is true. As the story goes he was picking blue wild flowers for his 'beau' when he slipped into the river, and his armour dragged him down into the depths. As he disappeared forever, he threw the bunch of flowers to his lady calling 'Forget me not" A very sad story!