A Photo Finish

[lindyannajones]

This day last Sunday, this visit to Bridlewood Winery is beginning to distills into a few lasting images. Wispy clouds, certainly and grape tendrils on posts that climb the hills. "Yes" to the vineyards but lingering with a "good finish" are the trees, the Weeping Willow for their swaying beauty and Live Oaks on hills.

This music came to mind as did this poem by Mary Oliver entitled "When I Am Among The Trees". (Here's a snippet)

"Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."

[pjflan7]

Hi Lindy, these photos will always transport you back to great memories. I love that last shot....a very classic and moody shot.

[Daoust]

I really like the kite picture. Very sharp colours.

[RuthieMae]

Oh, that third shot is gorgeous!

[Drax]

WOW!!! What fascinating and nicely framed compositions.
Well done.!!!

[SusanH1970]

Beautiful images, Lindy...I particularly love the one of the kite. You pick the most wonderful places and things to photograph!

[billmac57]

Your images, your memories but we get to share the stunning beauty of your photographs.I really like them.
Bill

[Fred flyfisher]

Wonderful set Lindy. I love the cool green shady entryway. That BW tree iis stunning. Looks like it's glowing. Very nice. How about a nice merlot to go with dinner?

[Chewys Dad]

Good Morning from Korea Lindyanna! Your beautiful Captures and wonderful music and presentation are very Special! Love the 1st one with the Canopy of live oaks and the walker in the distance, Also the freedom of the colorful Kite!
Thank You for Sharing these
Michael.

[beachcomber]

These pictures have that expensive and expansive soap opera feel.
They are quality.
We saunter up the three mile tree lined avenue that is the gateway to South Fork, the Bridlewood stables.
We find next years favourites for the Kentucky fried chicken derby.
We fly a kite over the acres of ripening grapes while a lone gull flies high in the sky.
And then theres one that doesn't seem to belong, but that holds your attention like the stage hynotist.
Fantastic work, and as ever, you never, fail to impress.

beachcomber