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What do I do when it's hot like hell outside, no clouds, no nothing ?
I go through my old shots checking if there's anything nice over there.
It's unbelievable the amount of crap shots I delete when I do this but sometimes I found something that I like.
This is one of them.
A fresh shot on a hot day :-)
Have a nice sunday !
Martket stall owner selling fresh fruit. He said yes, I could photograph his stall but he would not look into my lens. I think this makes a nice candid portrait.
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A refreshing walk unto the greens. A refreshing look of how great the God who created all things.
And everytime spring time comes, Matthew 24 always coming back to me. The hint of His coming is like spring.
Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When his branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is nigh: So likewise ye, when ye shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors. Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass, till all these things be fulfilled. Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.
read the whole chapter of Matthew 24
This one is extremely simple, but I like it.
I love school so much. I'm trying out for the play...probably won't get it, but I still want to try. I'm still waiting on news for the photography club...can't wait until I have that. :D
The Fresh Kills landfill in Staten Island in New York City. When finished the landfill is slated to be the highest point on the East Coast south of Maine. (© Richard B. Levine)
Amazing what a few years and fresh paint will do! 802 at Shops in July 1974. All three were repainted in 1970-71. Another Kodacolor scan.
A Chinese restaurant in D.C.'s Chinatown where we ate on Saturday November 8th, 2014.
This particular restaurant is best known for its duck.
November 8th, 2014
Ryan Johnson
The first blueberries of the season. Celebrating the small wins over here, since we're still stuck indoors because of the pandemic.
That would not show its face, mostly.
Red-banded Hairstreak - Calycopis cecrops
Location: Durham, NC (USA)
References
- BugGuide bugguide.net/node/view/575
Dublin, OH. May 2021.
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We walked in the mountains several days.
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Fresh Air
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
The day is now fresh air
On to tomorrow coming
Lovely scenery everywhere
In their blossom summing
Daydreams in green and blue
Filling mountain spaces
Sky in the mist coming thru
With every nature graces
Filling air with fresh stream
River in wilderness play
Everything is but a dream
On this first of autumn day
Love in the singing of birds
Flying from tree to tree
Countryside shiny vineyards
Everything eyes wants to see
Rocky icy tops reaching high
Faraway in their place
Taking to the openness sky
In their true colossal grace
Everything summer has given
That still is here to glow
And we thru days have liven
Until in winter comes snow