About the Simply Words photo post: Rich yellows suspended with a smatter of reds

Coming home again to the memory of a childhood period of excursions, I find the sunlight, of the real now, more penetrating than when my legs were shorter, as a not-yet-adult.

But the colours are brighter than my recall of young days.
(And no, I'm not into the petty task of feebly promoting paltry commercial photo papers & cameras!)

This is the grateful heart, feeling blessed with nature's organic gifts of trees & leaves & branches & flowers & sunshine, etched into one's biological medium, which then imprints & archives the received images, into living experience.

And though the hues will fade as I grow still older to the end, even when we cannot remember we ever loved, the feeling and the spirit ever remain for the potential.