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Woods in bloom, my budding photographer and my sprouting rock star!

“Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.”

Henry Van Dyke




Photo by H. Eastman
So far this weekend (It's late Friday night as I write this.), I've seen a glimmer and shimmer of gifts and talent in both my lovely children. The photo at the top of this post is one taken by my daughter, Heather. She's a great photographer and I'd love to find a means for her to foster her natural abilities in our area. Any ideas? She's the wood sprite to the right in the photo below.



Nigel had his first open mic night at Infinity Performing Arts, a local music education program that he's been a guitar student of for almost two years. He's done a great deal of growing and developing as a guitar player in the last six months or so and had this opportunity to play with a group assembled for this night only. The group played two songs together and Nigel was asked to solo on 'Stand by me.'



He looks so serious here, but afterward he was all smiles.



Keep on using your gifts, whatever they my be! They may just grow so much someone may take notice -
Peace.

Comments

Mel said…
Honestly, I gazed at that first photo and wondered 'oh.....where's the linky thingy so I can see more!'.....it's a wonderful photo with great composition!

(not that I'm skilled in it, I just know what I like to look at...)

Perhaps your local news station has a websight she can post photos in to? Or a garden websight.....or a group on Flicker which'll teach her and review photos with her.
Good places to start--that and a new camera...LOL

Looks like the boy's got his groove into music....rock on!
Tara Lamont said…
Great ideas Mel!

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