Sunday, September 5, 2010

Colourful Orchids







Posted by Kaye Menner at Sunday, September 05, 2010
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  1. AnonymousOctober 15, 2010 at 2:52 AM

    I remember the outlandish orchid farm across my old town. Circa 1978, I was turning nine when my aunt brought me there. As a little boy who loved cowboys and Vikings, an orchid farm was just a typical farm for me. But surprisingly, I was wrong. My aunt let me play as she had to do some conversation with the farm owner. I ran into the soil pathways that divided the island plots, like a real cowboy, as if I were sailing like a real Viking into its mini farm-made streams. I went up a wooden ladder covered by rose vines, and amassed beautiful memories of the view which I could still clearly remember up to now. I saw the beautiful flowers in Indianapolis’ heart, blooming like a rainbow and sun in a hidden farm, which I felt how lucky I was for having this paradise just across our house.
    And that’s the power of your photography―you bring back memories. Lovely pictures, Madame.

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  2. KayeOctober 15, 2010 at 4:43 PM

    Thank you very much Roger for this beautiful story. I am so glad my photos have brought back memories for you.
    I did try to look up your profile, but it is not available to view.

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