God, Does It Feel Good To Get Outside

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  1. WildBillMarch 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM

    Some wonderful images here, especially the grass seed head. You are getting as good with a camera as you are arranging words. Motherhood has NOT taken the artist out of you but rather enhanced to artist in you. Fresh, alert, spunky, and beautiful point of view and a vivid way of looking at the landscape of life.

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 1, 2013 at 9:30 AM

      Thanks, Bill! The babe did come with me... his first real stroll along some trails, and he really did help me see things in new light. Great fun.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 28, 2013 at 7:11 PM

    I really like these shots...it is easy to shoot photos of the pristine snow during the winter. But the melting season is just as good. Ready for spring!! Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 1, 2013 at 9:31 AM

      So true, Virginia. There is a lot of brown around here these days, but beauty is still easy to find if one just looks for it.

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  3. tinajoMarch 29, 2013 at 11:20 AM

    Lovely photos! I hope you´re having a great Easter! :-)

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 1, 2013 at 9:32 AM

      Thanks, Tinajo! Easter was great; lots of family, good food, and temperatures in the 50s! Love love love the blue sky.

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  4. shoreacresMarch 30, 2013 at 7:34 AM

    I do love the second photo. The melting and refreezing process and its granular product always reminds me of improperly made fudge - just a little gritty, but just as sweet.

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 1, 2013 at 9:32 AM

      What a perfect association. And what a tempting thought... Easter may have come and gone, but I am not over eating chocolate. :)

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  6. Walk With Father NatureApril 2, 2013 at 12:52 PM

    Emily:

    Keep taking that baby outside, as I know you will. It will be an amazing experience to see the natural world through his eyes as he grows into that unique, fresh, childhood awareness where everything is new.

    Richard

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 4, 2013 at 10:13 AM

      Definitely, Richard. We went outside yesterday, and just watching how Elliot reacted to the wind skimming his face was a wonder. "What is this sensation? How does it work? I am blinking my eyes this quickly because I want to understand, to taste it with fresh sight." :)

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  7. Lisa GoyneApril 24, 2013 at 7:23 AM

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