Ever felt an angel’s breath in the gentle breeze? A tear-drop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel’s favourite hiding place.
Terri Guillemets
In the last dark hour
Of the night,
Angels come to love us
And awaken us.
Sri Chimnoy
I love our native bluebells.
Now, do you know how to differentiate the Spanish and the English bluebells.
The native ones are smaller with more nodding bells. The Spanish variety also comes in different colours.
Again a beautiful combination of words and picture!
Thank you Jams
Splendid presentation!
Thanks Claude
Gorgeous!! I can almost feel them blowing in that wind!
Thanks Marcie
Nice bluebells, and I have certainly seen those, but Angels? Coming to us in the night? They never come to me. Maybe I have offended them.
Nightmares though. I do get those.
In the darkest hour of the night I am usually asleep… But occasionally I have nightmares!!
Angels only ever visit me during the daylight hours or in my memories of loved ones who are no longer here…
Nature is the angels touch.
j’apprécie la contre-plongée de ce cliché sur ces fleurs
Thank you I like to try photographs from different angles and persectives.