The Perfumed Land of Lilacs

These beautiful trees are abundant in flowers and aroma and fill the house and gardens with luscious blooms and fragrant aroma.  I am in awe of them as they brighten my Morning Room and smile as I now have eight lilac trees from the mother trees and soon will have a grove of them in my “Perfumed Land of Lilacs.”  Stunning describes them best when brought indoors to photograph and enjoy.

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I, WHO fade with the lilacs
And with the roses fade,
Am sharing this hour with them
Conferring in the shade.
_W.Griffiith

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Passion for Infrared Colors in Art

I love infrared photography whether in shades of black-white or colors.  One of our favorite photographers who shoots infrared is Clay Blackmore who creates amazing bridal infrared images.  I love creating images of nature in infrared and then process with various techniques to create art for my “Art on Canvas Collection” for Classy Chic Home Design Studio.  This is one of my latest creations for living room I designed in stunning pastels. It will be a very large canvas for the focal point for the room to draw one into the beauty of nature in spring.

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“THIS peach is pink with such a pink
As suits the peach divinely;
The cunning color rarely spread
Fades to the yellow finely;
But where to spy the truest pink
Is in my Love’s soft cheek, I think.”
_NGale

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Snow and Winter’s Eve

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I HAD for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

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“Good Hours” by Robert Frost

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