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I love your flower pictures. Today is no exception. Simply wonderful once again. :)


These are fantastic...really fantastic!


beautiful shot :) happy WW

hope you can visit mine: http://cliktrik.com/2008/05/07/what-a-pair/


what a beautiful flower. Can't wait for my garden to really start blooming. happy WW


Excellent! I always have such trouble with white flowers amid greenery--My blossoms always try to have a green color cast. This is lovely--pure white amidst the green. You rock!

Cloth Diaper MaMa




Donna W

Simply breathtaking. Happy WW.


Lovely lovely close up. Beautiful.


i love the combination of white and green...great shot...

mine is up too. hope you can check it out:


Happy WW!

Joyful Days

Those are great. Need to be framed.


WOW, these are really beautiful photos. Very creative. And such a gorgeous flower too.


Whoof!!! I like these woofenderful photos of this flower. Have a nice day.


The most perfect trillium shot! Bravo


Those are gorgeous shots. I love the white on green.


Wow! I have been looking at wildflowers lately. Wonderful trillium shot!

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