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Wesley, those are absolutely stunning photos. I particularly love the last one. It's so...luminous. What wonder there is in the tiniest details! Lovely.


Spectcular!!!!! Wow. I could look at them all day. I love the color. Thanks so much for sharing! We are just staring daffs, so we are way behind you.


Fabulous! I have tulips, also, and the colors are so brilliant. Maybe more so after a long gray winter. Love it, no enhancement needed. Found you thru WW. Have a great day.

Sandy's Notes

Beautifully done. I did something like this too only different spring flowers. I put on a slide show. I wish I could grow tulips here. The deer eat them so I finally gave up. Your pictures remind me of why I love them so. Great pictures!


These are brilliant. I'm jealous, tulips won't grow outside here, not enough guaranteed cold over the winter.


Those are gorgeous -- I enjoyed looking at your other other photos as well. You do a great job!


These are just beautiful! I'm so jealous that you have them already to take these excellent pix. We're still waiting.


Beautiful colors and textures.
Well done!

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