Where Humans Fail, Nature Succeeds Regal and pure A house slowly falls to pieces with no human care, comes down by human hand or gravity, an empty lot welcoming plastic bottles and fast food bags and old mattresses, fossilizing in its decay like the root of a missing tooth among a row. Nodding flowers Nature steps in to work her magic on a blighted space, putting roots into what must be broken down, and festive leaves covering the unsightly, and then above all the magic of flowers, like a fresh snowfall indiscriminately covering everything evenly, with a blanket of security. Along the walk. This was so breathtakingly beautifu. . . . . . . . For a print of any photo, visit “purchasing” for availability and terms. All images in this post are copyright © Bernadette E. Kazmarski and may not be used without prior written permission. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Post navigation Poem for Sunday: Road Trip, Late July, Western PennsylvaniaDoubt Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.