C is for Cindi-Jo

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because a little shameless self promotion never hurt anyone.

It's my art.

My newest deviation, taken at Buttonwoods Farms.

Hi! by prettyflour


More newer macro works, from my garden.

noir et blanc by prettyflourjust past dawn by prettyflour


Here's a throwback to 2008.  Yep, I've always enjoyed sunflowers.  :)

here comes the sun by prettyflour

A shroom I found hanging out in the back of  my gallery.

Little Shroom by prettyflour

A couple of poems I found hanging out on page 12

Speaking for the treesFrom the tree tops
I can see it all so clearly
The ripples fading further
a tip-toe and a stolen kiss
Outside the hive where we have wandered.
Speaking for the trees,
We stand taller now than ever before
Not to see the writing,
but to hear the whispers
behind closed doors.
I reached...
and touched what I thought was the sun
and noticed it was just beyond my fingertips
but my tiny hand is warmed
by two lips
and that became more important to me
than any sun could be.
Speaking for the trees
Some have made their homes in me
climbed inside my head
behind my eyes
opened the door to my soul
He said he saw a sunset burning through the canopy
of endless time
Hanging like leaves
having held on through a strong wind
     HystericalToo afraid to move
but so scared
You are running in circles


Another throwback- it's me circa 2013

Over the Edge 2 by prettyflour

Some prose I found on page 4

The Ultimate PassageHeaven isn’t a place. It’s a state of being.
I’ve often thought that my soul was liberated when my body finally gave out- that the final beat of my heart wasn’t actually a beat at all. It was a release- a massive deluge that was neither hurried nor slow. My skin suddenly seemed like a cage where flesh and bone were lock and key- my pulse a fickle drum.
I no longer had eyes and yet I could see…everything. The raging fires of the sun, the inky depths of any ocean- the earth became a tiny spinning rock amongst legions of stars and sky. The entire universe was laid at my feet like a pool of water- crystal clear and rippling.  It should have been overwhelming, it should have been too much for me to bear but it wasn’t. There was only a sense of peace, of rightness, surging and swelling within me.
Heaven is an atmosphere of felicity, an eternal glory that's completely transparent in its joy. 
For a moment I though
     Here's to you, coconut man.We found the coconut man on Seven Mile Beach. His bag held dozens of coconuts, a machete and a bottle of rum. For five dollars each we drank island-made dark liquor and scraped our teeth against the flesh of our cups. Buzzed in the blazing mid-day sun, we sank into the sand and let the gentle swell wash over our toes.
The water was aquamarine and warm; the Caribbean Sea breathing a calm wind over the shore. For a while we just lay there breathing in the salty air, luxuriating in the heat, our bodies unceremoniously slack against the beach.
It was the changing tide that sobered us; sneaky little waves crawled up the shore tickling my skin in its wake. Our feet carried us up and down the coast, seashells finding their way into our pockets and the coconut man was never too far away for a refill.
We were hammock bound as the sun dipped low, our eyes hopelessly glued to a sunset that turned both sea and sky into fire. We slept well that night, our limbs heavy, our skin tan and our minds awa


and I shall end with a pretty flower.

Mountain Laurel by prettyflour

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You can self-promote all day long with no complaints from me!!  A beautiful trip down memory lane, indeed!  :highfive: