The last dance

Photo essay: Life is visibly budding again

by shahireh sharif

Once more life is coming out of hibernation. Nature tries to please existence by offerings of colourful blossoms skilfully arranged in the hanging baskets of branches. Angels recycle all the forgotten loves into the will to live and sprinkle it onto the entire hemisphere. Protected by spring, light dares to stand up for its equal share of the daytime. Snowflakes are making their final transitory performance on the dance floor before being sacrificed at the presence of heat. The green metamorphism of wood is not far. The symphony of continuation formed by the interlocking distant notes of animals calling for their mates becomes a familiar melody, even in remote meadows. Life is visibly budding again.

(The pictures are taken on 6 April 2008 in Stockport, UK. Picture 14 reminds me of the map of Iran; do you see it?)


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Mona (thanks for commenting & the beautiful poem: loved it). oprbxk1 (thanks for your kind comment). Lucifercur (tashakor az lotfetoon). Faribors Maleknasri (thanks for responding to my question. I was beginning to think that I'm imagining things!)



reminds me of the map of Iran; do you see it?)

by Faribors Maleknasri M.D. (not verified) on

I swere i have seen it before i read your remark. First of all i have downloaded your floweres away. As Nr. 14 was on term I said to me - God is my wittness - hopla, Iran out of "IRANIAN"?. having finished downloadings i read the text and relized that also you have had noticed the fact. Greeting
P.s.: I allways download first to be sure i have missed nothing.


Life is visibly budding again

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by oprbxk1 on

Beautiful!! Thank you

Mona 19


by Mona 19 on

... we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.

Thank You so much for sharing your Beautiful Pictures.

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.(Robert Frost)


Regards,Mona :)