Everything is in flux: a perennial state of becoming. Has the rush of life made me so impatient that I am missing the intermediate stages? I watch every new bulbous curve. I watch the softness of flesh bursting with life. I watch the elegant sweep of form. I am your witness. Take your time, dear flower. Unfurl yourself in your own sweet time. I am in no rush. Beauty lies in the unfolding. Live in color,
Abby
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Tim Boland
6/27/2022 09:35:14 am
Fitting words for gorgeous images that represent so much if our daily lives if we can find the patience to observe and appreciate. No instant gratification but slow and easy and memorable.
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Jackie - @thekiss_of_life
6/27/2022 11:56:04 am
Dear Abby, I follow you on IG network since a little time… I completely fell in love with your work and your sensistive eye and reflexions.
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Elizabeth. @eames135
6/27/2022 12:36:55 pm
Beautiful and thoughtful musings, Abby. Now that I'm into my 60s and have a bit more time available to me, I've delved into my photography as never before and am discovering the wonder and joy of slowing it down and observing. But, I wonder....have I missed my own intermediate stage?
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