When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
I am the earth. You are the earth. The Earth is dying. You and I are murderers. – Terri Guillemets
Spring stirs under silent snow. – Terri Guillemets
The front door to springtime is a photographer’s best friend. – Terri Guillemets
Spring: the music of open windows. – Terri Guillemets
Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets
Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun. – Terri Guillemets
