tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834153725788270981.post249960635420086998..comments2024-03-19T13:57:15.080-08:00Comments on Beth Carpenter Books: The Best Pictures I Never TookBeth Carpenterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02447148196867821907noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834153725788270981.post-55486490266522879332015-08-03T11:06:18.868-08:002015-08-03T11:06:18.868-08:00Oh, I can see it! The deep golden color of the bir...Oh, I can see it! The deep golden color of the birds contrasted against the purple flowers, ever shifting as the birds fluttered around. Lovely!Beth Carpenterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02447148196867821907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834153725788270981.post-30918219436326570622015-08-03T10:32:30.343-08:002015-08-03T10:32:30.343-08:00Sometimes the pictures in our minds are the most b...Sometimes the pictures in our minds are the most beautiful (though I love that shot of the mountain, even with leaf-less trees and no double rainbow). Once, I was sitting in traffic at a corner on a sunny, windy summer day. The lot at the corner was empty, I was nearing 'country', and thistles were blooming everywhere, bright purple in the sunlight. Goldfinches were flying among the thistles (the Pennsylvania Dutch call them 'Distel Finks' - 'Thistle Finches' - because they love thistles). It was so beautiful, the birds wheeling and singing, the sunlight on the bright purple and brilliant golden yellow... I wished I had a camera, or could draw. But that memory has given me much enjoyment over the years.Diana Wilderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11074083771067857127noreply@blogger.com