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Now you can buy the Photography on my new great ONLINE STORE.
You will be able to customize your print with quality paper, mat, canvas, frames...

I update the Gallery everyday and my complete Portfolio will be on my new online store for purchase.
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Grand Teton NP.

In October and November 2008, my husband and I took a month to travel in the North West America. Beautiful amazing trip.
We went first to the Grand Teton National Park and Yellow Stone NP for a week just before the snow started to cover this beautiful land with a foot of snow.
I just added a gallery about Grand Teton, let me a little more time to add the picture of the rest of our great trip on this website.
Isabelle.

February 19.
Picture of Grand Teton NP. in Fall 2008.

Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.

February 9th.

Ice Prisoner

February 12.

Looking for Spring

January 18.

Spring arrives. It's what we say, as if an entire season went on a journey and then returned. But in truth, spring never left. We just lost sight of it, and we're a visually distracted bunch, and forgetful absent a daily verification of the simplest facts.

Winter was here not long ago, and we were cold and the world outside was boring and barren, to our naïve senses as emptied of life as broken glass. But spring was alongside us, drumming its fingers while our winter fires burned, feigning a nap while geometry and physics brought the sun finally down to its December solstice, where it paused for an instant and then began its inevitable six month ascent toward our summer vacations.

The alchemy of spring's resurgence begins delicately, shy and fragile as a final snowflake. Something knobby that wasn't there yesterday pokes up from the ground beside the walkway. There is a slightly different feel to the air in the morning and evening that, inexplicably, seems pink and expectant. A splash or two of preposterous color punctures the wholesale drabness: made you look. Even then, as the days lengthen at the intended time, we go about the importance and trifles of our lives mostly unaware of the great communities that are being methodically rebuilt among and around us, the immense populations that are being diligently restored to their recent grandeur. The dirt thrums beneath our feet with sudden unfettered life, but we have thick soles; mists of buoyant chromosomes the color of egg yolk dust our automobiles and shirt collars, reminding us mostly to stop by the car wash on the way to the cleaners. Unbridled procreation and difficult and tender births play out, for better or worse, on each of nature's minute street corners.

The juice of life begins its unfurling run, and stony buds split and pop like hot coals. As the pure mass of life swells and each participant begins the inexorable search for its literal place in the sun, epic battles are fought and countless lives lost deep among the blades of our front yards and in the thickening canopy of each tree, with the carcasses of the vanquished fed to the youngsters of the living and appropriated by the myriad onlookers. Dominance is asserted by strength and guile, by root and claw. Spring is not some gentle awakening that occurs on the other side of the plate glass window - it is the annual upheaval that sustains and shelters us, the vast eruption that will never make the evening news.

Written by Michael Norboge for the magazine "The Laurel of Asheville"

New beginning ...

January 13.

Great news, my website is finally ready.
Choosing a selection of my photographs was a HUGE job, my archive has a stock of thousands of photos from the last years.
I did it, but it's only a start...
I am still working every day to update the galleries - come back to see the news.
Go to the Portfolio

2010

~ Nature Photography ~

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