March came marching in and three photos shots from years past dropped by. Of course, I had to add my photo of a white Rose in cool weather.
©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014
I am always amazed by my photos I have taken.
One lucky photo shot..
As March went on by, April brought these beautiful flowers from the Mamou Tree/Coral Bean tree.
I waited for this little fellow to return each year. I had to zoom in for the photo shot.
This little hummingbird paid a nice visit
Take a closer look.
Okay, these two photo shots were my favorite photos from April.
Have a wonderful week! 😊
After a busy two weeks, I like to take a moment to wish everyone a Happy New Year and Best wishes to y’all in 2018.
Now, I will share a photo shot of my Mom’s White Roses, which bloomed in December. I took this photo shot the day after it Snowed. Had a frosty morning. Oh ]yes, we did get a cold blast of 20’s and wind chills in the teens here in Southwest Louisiana. But now we are in the 50’s .
Frost formed on the leaves.
Now, I think this photo shot came out Okay.
Have a great weekend😊
A returned visit from a poem I had to rewrite. After reading over again I can now say I am finished with this poem. But never know with me. 🙂
Memories of You
If only I knew
I would have not waited for you
As months flew on by
I tried not cry,
from his lies.
I realize you are not worth a dime
nor my precious time.
With a strong heart,
I take flight
And let your memory fade
into the night.
Memories of You©V.Rose Demet™2016
An idea for one of my work in progress formed.
Have a great week! 😊
I got inspired to share different views of the Full Moon from the past years. I have alps resized my photo shots. Now, this photo shot was one of my first Moon shot, which came out Okay.
Summer Time Evening
Now, this moon photo shot was a Strawberry Moon by the pinkish color.
Christmas Eve 2015
Oh, this photo shot of the Full Moon is my favorite one 🙂
Have a great week! 🙂
Now, these photo shots is going back 21 years before I even was thinking about digital cameras. I took these photos shots with my first camera. It was a Kodak 110 Camera. Unfortunately, when I got these photo develop
I still remember walking to met my sibling who was on this tractor in the rice field
Last but not least my seven-day photo challenge. Now, this is a photo shot of the entrance to
Rip Van Winkle Gardens. in Jefferson Island, Louisiana. I will say it came out okay.
My Dad always spoke of these Oak trees on how they were planted by hand bu him and his family members. I am glad I finally was able to visit this place.
Have a great weekend! 🙂
I had to zoom in on this photo shot, which I have to admit came out good.
A lucky photo shot
Now, I took this photo shot two weeks ago. I wanted to take a photo shot of the Full Moon but it was cloudy and my night-time photos does not come clear.
I never realized my photos would look nice in black and white. But that’s only my opinion.
Today was cloudy and cool
Okay, I never did any photo challenges before, which mean it is my first photo challenge in black and white. I will try to post a new photo shot in black and white each day.
Anyway, here is my first black and white photo shot of my Mom’s white Rose, bush, which is finally blooming. All summer long I waited for these Roses to bloom.
Have a nice weekend! 🙂
Since it is rice harvest season I decided to revisit my personal essay. Now, I will move on from my personal essay.
From dawn to dust, he walks the lonely fields, each day
With his shovel over his shoulder.
He checks for thing astray in the fields.
Those whom recognized him remarks,
He hasn’t grown old since the day,
they first got together with him.
He, still wears his old straw cowboy hat
Blue faded long sleeves shirt and pants.
He still wears his green hip boots.
To walk in the murky water of the rice field
Now, he does not speak to many.
Plenty, have spoken with him in the predawn hours.
From words, He wanders in the distance rice fields.
They recognize his shovel over his shoulders.
Others caught sight of him driving an old John Deere tractor with plow,
in a field but disappears in their presence.
The only visible sign of him, being here is a single distant
sound of a John Deere tractor’s steam whistle in twilight sky.
No one understands why he walks the fields.
If they knew, they will shed a tear.
Someday, his journey for his family’s crest
will be over for him.
Until, then he never rest.
Haunted Fields ©V.Rose Demet™2013
After searching for photo I decided to share one of my favorite photo of my Dad.
A Cajun rice farmer for 50 something years.
Have a nice weekend 🙂
This entry was posted on September 3, 2017, in
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