with my hands in my pockets


susans by the fence


catching the color



rising above



summer daydream

Gardens are poems
Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets.

~ Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

22 thoughts on “with my hands in my pockets

  1. Some day if I’m very, very lucky (and I work hard), I’ll have a garden half as gorgeous as this! These are all so very beautiful. And great quote to go with…

  2. P.S. Your photos remind me of my writing- we catch a glimpse of something beautiful – a flower, a glance, a window – and catch it into our camera or writing lens: add a bit of glimmer, a ghost of shadow, allowing the background to sink into fuzziness while focusing on the sharp beauty; thus, we highlight the romance of life.

  3. absolutely gorgeous and I love his statement – so true. I especially adore your photo of the hydrangea and the black eyed susans 🙂 And such a creamy yellow daylily.

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