Where Photography and Art Collide
Are you saying my head Is full of bricks and sticksAnd thus when I hypothesizeI don't make a lickOf sense?You may be right 'Cause in the nightEven my dreams seemWeird and strangeBut I don't usuallyRemember them.
perfect poem for the first image :)
Not sure which I love more ~ your picture or your words. Perfect combination. LOVE THIS!
Literally. that is exactly what I find in my garden. Figuratively, it could be too. ;-)
Excellent prose and the beauty of fallen bricks.
love the photo! My father had a pile of bricks in the yard all the time. He tore down a childhood home and some apartments he owned. I made sure I got a stack of them to place in my garden. As strange as it may sound, it brings me comfort to see them now that he is no longer with us.
And how are those bricks growing?? Right now not much is growing here, in fact nothing is growing in my garden...it is fast asleep waiting until spring. But I think your post is speaking metaphorically, not physically....beautiful!!
Oh my! We've started a bag of cast off seashells to put in one of our flower beds.
A person can interpret this in so many ways. Great shot and quote!
I love this kind of photography--makes me feel all nostalgic. Nicely done today. kelley—the road goes ever ever on
This reminds me of my hair. My roots need a touch up ASAP,
Some of the comments are cracking me up! Look at all the excitement your garden of bricks inspired, Danielle! Hugs!!
Rustic old bricks. :) I would love some to make a pathway in my garden!
I always love your quotes, Danielle, they are so thought provoking! Your photo is too! Love the tangled roots around this little stash of bricks. I have stashes of rocks, bricks, boards, you name it. One of these days..... xx
My garden is pretty sad right now..waiting on warmer weather. No bricks, but lots of weeds.
Terrific quote and wonderful photo!
Well done, definitely something to think about.
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