T.: Prom, Wilted

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Prom, Wilted

4 comments:

TaradharmaJune 5, 2013 at 6:28 PM
love the juxtaposition of the shiny fabric with the wilted flower. lovely.
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elegancemaisonJune 5, 2013 at 11:40 PM
That lovely dress could tell a story. Hope it's a happy one.
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Michelle ElvyJune 7, 2013 at 12:56 PM
That is a great image. There's a poem or a story in this, for sure. Reminds me of Robin Hyde at the Tuesday Poem hub this week (brought to us by Janis Freegard) -- fragments from life.
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Radish KingJune 22, 2013 at 6:06 AM
This is beautiful and I've looked at it three times now.
Hi.
Rebecca
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