Little Girl in Red

Photo taken at London Bridge Ocean Beach on the Mornington Peninsula.
I zoomed in from the cliff top on this little girl who seemed busy with some kind of fishing!

Little girl in red
Enjoying busy moments
Fishing for lost dreams


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A Moment in Brunswick

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Last week, I was on a school excursion to Melbourne Museum.
On the way, we passed through the charm of inner city Brunswick.
When the mini bus stopped at the lights, I saw this sweet scene!
Time for a photo shoot!
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Ruby Tuesday meme
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A man with a bike
A little girl watching dad
Sweet morning moment
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Pink Coat

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Pink doored beach house at Dromana, Mornington Peninsula
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Pink Saturday prompt
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I was taking a pic of a pink doored beach house. But, from a distance, heading toward me, was an image that would be far more interesting for Pink Saturday.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Dark clothed adults and a little girl in a pink coat
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As a little family of three drew closer, I saw that the man and woman only had adoring eyes for the little girl as she walked.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Little girl in a pink coat at play before Mum's smiling eyes
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Then the man drew out a very large camera and was intent on photographing the sea and sky. Mum, however, simply watched with quiet pride as her little one enjoyed just being alive on a winter beach.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Little girl in a pink coat and her Mum watching the sea together at Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula
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Finally, a magic moment! Little girl and Mum stood side by side and watched the tiny waves rippling onto the beach!
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Pink moments are
A little like happiness
Tied up with
Radiance in
A delicate bow
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But when a child is
Coated in pink
The innocent
Fresh
Sweet
New
Hopeful
Blossoms of Spring have
Human
Possibility
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And I have taken the liberty of posting a quote from Emily Dickinson on How Sweet the Sound, the home of Pink Saturday. It seems to fit these pink reflections.
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without words,
And never stops at all.
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