Apr 18, 2013

somethings...

It is the same end to every fruitful season:
Ear hollow, cherry-boughs raw-pipped. Yet a voice
murmurs against fruitless reason, Be glad, accept.
And oddly I do accept.
Farmers Song  - Phillip John Talbot Martin. 
Garden joys



 Sunset laughter.

 Little heroes.

 A rustic lunch.

 Dusty sunray.

Just because, somethings don't need big words, because behind their outer shells lies a precious story.

Briony xo

8 comments:

  1. Such a pretty post!!

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  2. Beautiful, Briony. I love it all. Particularly the contagious smile that you captured on Laura's face.

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  3. Oh my word, gorgeous, happy shots...each one tells an amazing story!

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    1. Thank you friends! Each one of your comments means so much.:)

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  4. The photos are so beautiful, I love how you captured the dusty sun ray! It was lots of fun mucking around with you outside on that evening, hahaha ;)

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  5. Your blog is so AMAZING!!! Your photography is so professional! You should be a photographer!

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    1. Hey there amy! Thank you so much for your kind words. I am actually a photographer and I do work for magazines and my own jobs here and there.

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  6. Anonymous23.4.13

    Your brother and sister are so cute! Terrific photos. ;)

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