Where I heard the call of a dove.
A Reflection:
This morning I stopped and listened to the cooing of a dove. The gentle tone, so soft on the ears, evoked sudden compassion in me and my eyes moistened with emotion. What is it in a dove’s call that does that to you?
I’m convinced that when you begin to gaze into the heart and essence of nature, there is a hidden and non-codified morality that draws you irresistibly into its transforming presence.
Categories: landscapes, Mysticism, nature, Photography
Tags: beauty, Birds, doves, forests, morality
(EN) Beautiful reflection, Don😊
(IT) Bellissima riflessione, Don 😊
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Thank you.Appreciate your comment.
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What a beautiful spot for a tender reverie!
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Thank you for your comment. You’re right it is a beautiful spot. One of those places you walk through knowing it’s filled with presence.😊
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So full of presence that I find it blissful when I’m in beautiful places like this…
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Great thought to go along with your image. Well done.
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Thank you Lane. Appreciate your comment.
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Excellent capture,, Mr Don. A grand shaded avenue. Thanks for sharing. g
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Thank you for your kind words. Appreciate your comment.
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