Everything is Made of Light



'Eveything is made of light,' he said,
 'and the space between isn't empty.'
Don Miguel Ruiz
The Four Agreements


Comments

steven said…
meri i had to look up those amazing flowers - ranunculus! i love the way the shadows and light play across their petals. thanks for these gorgeous photographs. steven
March 19, 2010 at 9:55 AM
karen said…
I love the pink ranunculus...it's outstanding!
March 19, 2010 at 10:01 AM
Meri said…
Steven: Aren't ranunculus amazing? I love how many layers of ruffles they have. The remind me of ballerina tutus. And I just had to play with my new camera. There are some kinds to work out and I think for closeup shots, I'll have to use a different lens.

Maggie: Isn't it a splendid color? And I love the little buds about to pop in the background.
March 19, 2010 at 10:23 AM
JC said…
Very pretty !!!
March 19, 2010 at 11:14 AM
Bee said…
I saw some ranunculus in London today, but they weren't as splendidly and brilliantly colored as these. Did you take these pictures in Mexico? (Don't you think these are Mexican colors?)

Wonderful words, too.
March 19, 2010 at 1:42 PM
ELK said…
meri . i adore the blooms here . you are so talented!
March 19, 2010 at 2:01 PM
lisa said…
gorgoeous colors my friend!!!
March 19, 2010 at 4:34 PM
Rosaria Williams said…
Gorgeous flowers! Too bad the deer love them too.
March 19, 2010 at 5:18 PM
Mel said…
Beautiful, wonderful photos!
March 20, 2010 at 10:20 AM
rebecca said…
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those
unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers
and our weaknesses -- that is something still greater and more beautiful because it
widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

Pablo Neruda

your incredible photos give me pause for deep reflection.

thank you
March 20, 2010 at 1:10 PM
happily retired gal said…
Beautiful blossoms ... lovely post
I do love the writings of Don Miguel Ruiz.
Hugs and blessings,
March 22, 2010 at 8:07 AM
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