Hope & Healing Through Photography and Poetic Expression

Aspire

“Unborn grapes cling toΒ their vines,
hoping and dreaming of life as wine.”

~Robyn Lee

22 responses

  1. ‘Unborn grapes’ – what a fantastic concept. This is so good!

    May 14, 2012 at 12:54 AM

    • Oh thank you Julie! I took it several weeks back. Made my husband stop the car on the way to docotor’s office πŸ™‚ I’d never really looked at grapevines this way before – “unborn grapes” ~ kind of liked that too! xo

      May 14, 2012 at 7:30 PM

  2. and now you’re really entering the realms of poetry..great new picture

    May 14, 2012 at 1:59 AM

    • Thank you Dean…so sorry this comment was misplaced! Flattered πŸ˜‰

      May 19, 2012 at 1:56 AM

  3. Yeah “unborn grapes” that’s the right title for this great photo… ‘smile’

    May 14, 2012 at 3:47 AM

    • Thanks somuch ledrakenoir! Yes I have a newfound respect for grapevines now πŸ™‚ Appeciate!!

      May 14, 2012 at 7:31 PM

  4. lovely clever poem, and you gotta love photos like that…paths, tracks, rows…Almost mathematically gorgeous:)))

    May 14, 2012 at 6:08 AM

    • Ahh yes David – more patterns! I like your term “mathametically georgous” ! Thanks so much for your appreciation of my post. Means a lot:)

      May 14, 2012 at 7:33 PM

      • It’s a truly lovely photo in a very organized way…i love those kinds of shots

        May 14, 2012 at 7:57 PM

      • Thanks David – I’m not very organized so this a cool concept – I made an ”organized’ image !! Yay ! Sending good thoughts your way~

        May 14, 2012 at 8:02 PM

      • heheheheh:)))))) rebounded right back to you

        May 14, 2012 at 8:05 PM

  5. Much like our desires dream of coming to life as action. Beautifully said. ~Dan

    May 14, 2012 at 8:09 AM

    • Why thank you Dan – yes did think about how even grapes have aspirations like we do (in a metaphorical kind of way)! πŸ™‚

      May 14, 2012 at 7:43 PM

  6. Hi Robyn,
    Beautiful Robyn, and I like your new cover photo and you’re not going to believe it when you see my post already scheduled for tomorrow…a companion piece….xox

    May 14, 2012 at 8:34 AM

    • Well thanks Meryl! Family thought it was time for me to put away the winter clothing and get “spring-time” header πŸ™‚ Can’t wait to see the companion piece tomorrow…Excited!

      May 14, 2012 at 7:45 PM

  7. victoriaaphotography

    Yes, very clever little poem, indeed, Robyn.
    Love the words and the photo.

    May 14, 2012 at 9:38 AM

    • Thanks so much Victoria… this one literally wrote itself when I mediatied a bit on the image of the grapevines. So pleased you enjoyed it πŸ™‚

      May 14, 2012 at 7:46 PM

  8. braunrcb

    That’s an interesting quote. I love your new photo!

    May 14, 2012 at 9:43 AM

    • Thanks Renee! I really didn’t want to give up my “snow” header shot – but the family voted for a spring picture. They think I need a different photo for each season πŸ˜‰ Glad you liked it – I wasn’t too sure!!

      May 14, 2012 at 7:49 PM

  9. aaaah, to dream of becoming a fine wine …
    and to become even finer as time goes on,
    what a truly magical process that all begins in the vineyard …
    and your new header shot is absolutely totally awesome for sure too … πŸ™‚

    May 14, 2012 at 8:57 PM

    • Thanks Jimmi! It’s so true… magical process it is! ooo glad you thought hte header was awesome…. some sunshine in my eyes, but it gives a spring feel I think. πŸ™‚ Appreciate!

      May 14, 2012 at 9:11 PM

  10. The lines are appealing. Your poem is awesome. I think I am an unborn grape! πŸ™‚

    June 17, 2012 at 2:57 AM

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