pixelmama
I dream of this ... behind a wall of sleep
Don't you?
This was taken on the same morning as my sunbeam fence shot last week. I took this one before I found the farm fence. I was driving back from the lake and a lackluster sunrise and saw the sunbeams pouring through the trees on this country lane. As I was taking my photos, another intrepid soul pulled in behind me (so much for solitude) ... but it was another photographer with Nikon gear, so I forgave him. We talked shop: cameras, photography and this most amazing view unfolding before our eyes. I wish I had gotten his name.
The title (slightly rewritten) is from a song by The Smithereens. Saw them in a tiny club in San Diego in 1989. They rocked that little club; got our $5 covers' worth! Loved the beatnik look they had going on. The old man leapt up and caught the bass player's guitar pick (which Jackie quietly appropriated for her own collection)!
Happy Sunrise / Sunbeam / Smithereen Thursday!
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I dream of this ... behind a wall of sleep
Don't you?
This was taken on the same morning as my sunbeam fence shot last week. I took this one before I found the farm fence. I was driving back from the lake and a lackluster sunrise and saw the sunbeams pouring through the trees on this country lane. As I was taking my photos, another intrepid soul pulled in behind me (so much for solitude) ... but it was another photographer with Nikon gear, so I forgave him. We talked shop: cameras, photography and this most amazing view unfolding before our eyes. I wish I had gotten his name.
The title (slightly rewritten) is from a song by The Smithereens. Saw them in a tiny club in San Diego in 1989. They rocked that little club; got our $5 covers' worth! Loved the beatnik look they had going on. The old man leapt up and caught the bass player's guitar pick (which Jackie quietly appropriated for her own collection)!
Happy Sunrise / Sunbeam / Smithereen Thursday!
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