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It works better large on black - white background pollutes the eyes.

Constructive critiques welcome.

Hunting season in Alaska takes place during the most beautiful time of the year.

Wishing everyone a wonderful autumn.

Filters: Nisi Polariser & Lee Filter 6 Stop ND

Processed: Lightroom 4, Photoshop cs3

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A rippled reflection on a glass-fronted loading dock along Seattle's Alaskan Way Viaduct.

Party-time,

used Photoshop, Filter Forge, Pixabay

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Best viewed at the ORIGINAL size.

Thanks to Jerry Jones for the texture.

Music in the jungle

Butterfly Fantasy,

used: Photoshop, Filter Forge

We had some storms going through last night, so I was hopeful to get same dramatic sky's with a nice sunset.

Sunset colours didn't really happen, but I do like the stormy sky just after sunset.

Saturday's colour was Orange to support Harmony day.

This will be my last post for a little while.

As always! Thanks for looking.

Norbert

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Created for the TMI Group challenge In the Style of Ukiyo-e

Moonlight hazy, over fields

Shrouded white with snow,

Through winter mists,

That herald of darkness

The mournful caw-caw of crows,

Harsh requiem to the dieing day,

Ushers out the fading light

At day's end

I turn my gaze upon the east

And the hope of a new dawn

All images, textures, layers and words are my own.

The Japanese script is "moonlight hazy" and "virtually_supine" as translated by Google

I rescued the sax players from the original image (a snapshot of a pile of odds and ends - mostly sticking through the holes in them- taken in Kensington Market) and decided to place the players in a different mayhem; Stormy Weather... the song.

The camera settings are of the background.

The setup of my flickr page is based on this image where the egg is my trademark... first-look images.

Anyone who may recognize the egg, it was originally posted under a different flickr account name... garussell11.

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Hiking Charles Bronson SF

°°°°°° Old Bicycle with skirt protection

................ Bicicleta antigua con protección para la falda.

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The Oregon Historical Society Museum

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Portland - Oregon - West USA

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~~~~~ Look at the other 6 photos of this museum.

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A digitally manipulated photo.

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Posted for Sliders Sunday -- Post Processed to the MAX!

HSS! And wishing everyone a happy Memorial Day weekend.

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The sun, the moon, and newly arriving snowbirds, made for a magical afternoon outside of my cabin.

I captured this image around 3:00 PM, as a small flock of snow buntings were settling into a willow tree.

A fresh edit of a photo I took in 2010, this one an exploration of lighting, shadow, and mood.

This substantial Presbyterian Church in Dawson City Yukon was a reflection of the prosperity and commitment of the congregation it served. Erected in 1901, it boasted a pipe organ and carved oak pews that could accommodate 600 parishioners. The church bore the architectural stamp of the Gothic Revival popular elsewhere in the country. Together, with the spacious manse, of Second Empire design, it was one more element of familiarity in respectability in a city that was rapidly changing from its boom-town origins,

to a more modern era.

*(Note) This church is practically leaning up hill. Of course, it is now 122 years old, so I'm sure it's getting ready to lay down and rest.

Better hurry on up to Dawson City if you want to see it.

Ballad of the Moon, Moon

The moon came to the forge

wearing a bustle of nards.

The boy is looking at her.

The boy is looking hard.

In the troubled air,

the wind moves her arms,

showing lewd and pure,

her hard, tin breasts.

'Run, moon, moon, moon.

If the gypsies came,

they would make of your heart

necklaces and white rings.'

'Child, let me dance.

When the gypsies come,

they will find you on the anvil

with your little eyes shut tight.'

'Run, moon moon moon.

I can hear their horses.

Child, let me be, don't walk

on my starchy white.'

The rider was drawing closer

playing the drum of the plain.

In the forge the child

has his eyes shut tight.

Bronze and dream, the gypsies

cross the olive grove.

Their heads held high,

their eyes half open.

Ay how the nightjar sings!

How it sings in the tree!

The moon goes through the sky

with a child in her hand.

In the forge the gypsies

wept and cried aloud.

The air is watching, watching.

The air watched all night long.

Federico García Lorca

Dogs and snow...

Destruction,

Used: Pixabay 2660480 - Filter Forge - Photoshop