
Day 15 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge. March is roaring like a lion as blustery gales whip the blossom heavy branches of trees outside my window at work. Resilient little buds, those cherry blossoms! They’re hanging on!

Day 15 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge. March is roaring like a lion as blustery gales whip the blossom heavy branches of trees outside my window at work. Resilient little buds, those cherry blossoms! They’re hanging on!
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March 15th, 2018 at 1:18 pm
I like your action photo, Kat! I can see the wind.
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March 15th, 2018 at 1:19 pm
I confess I enhanced it a bit…but since I couldn’t do video, I opted for a little digital magic. It is quite blustery today! π
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March 15th, 2018 at 1:22 pm
I got the same effect when I tried to photograph the little cat rolling about in the sun. I called it cat shudder.
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March 15th, 2018 at 1:25 pm
Iβll have to check it out. I do like illustrating my posts…with original snapshots whenever I can. Having an iPhone handy makes it easy. π
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March 15th, 2018 at 1:30 pm
I haven’t posted the pics. They look like I was trying to snap a ghost π I might do though.
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March 15th, 2018 at 2:09 pm
π
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March 15th, 2018 at 2:00 pm
March winds do below π
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March 15th, 2018 at 2:12 pm
They do!!!! π
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March 15th, 2018 at 2:20 pm
Burrrrr π
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March 15th, 2018 at 4:18 pm
Burrrr!
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