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Petites montgolfières surprises dans une vitrine d'artisan en Italie à Monteriggioni.
Small hot-air balloons surprise in a craftsman's window in Monteriggioni.
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I was experimenting with capturing different water movement when I captured this.
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SUNSET ~ Shelf-Cloud ~ Florida Everglades
Palm Beach County, Florida U.S.A. - 6/23/20
I'm going to stay on this 'great-night' for a while, if you don't
mind. I got far too many 'great-keepers' to let them pass and
get buried in the archives. It was the best night of the year
(so far) with its amazing sunset/weather-phenomena and the
shelf-cloud. Only the second shelf-cloud I've ever seen in South
Florida. So bear with me for a little while, and thanks for looking.
*[left-double-click for a closer-look]
*[after being out for a bit, they (boat-above) seem to be riding
the 'shelf-cloud-wave' right into the dock before they got wet]
*[Honestly, it was 'other-worldly' to shoot-this!]
Osteospermum (African Daisy) flower always provides me with a photo op - - this one was seen at a garden center in December.
On my knees, i look and see
The clouds of white float past the tree
Racing across the infinite sky
i see them dance, i see them fly
Towards the future that grows near
Where they vanish, disappear
Leaving a memory left in the sky
No longer seen by my looking eye
....... a little bit poetic ? It could be, but this moment demanded more than “Sunset” as a title.
After hours of waiting and having almost given up hope of seeing red deer on this almost last period of the "Rut", a large group of red deer appeared near the Reemsterweg. According to bystanders, it must have been at least 40 hinds with 3 antler-bearers. Things were peaceful, the hierarchy had been restored in the herd and the “prizes” divided. Despite the large distance to the herd, I managed to make a good impression of this beautiful and impressive spectacle. A beautiful sunset with an even more beautiful herd of red deer on the Hoge Veluwe.
It was the moment that counted, so beautiful so peaceful ........... Noise in the picture ? Not in my memory of this moment , I just look through that ! Regards Rens
Falling branches, you can see
Reaching down to touch the tree
That in the centre is now found
A tower of wood, upon cold ground
Its beauty rising, as it lingers
Below the grasp of natures fingers
A Formal Farewell to Summer... The weekend of the Balloon Festival was pretty much the only weekend this summer when I got to do things that felt like life was "normal" again... so now, I am unofficially declaring summer OVER... at least for me! And that's just fine... I like Fall better anyway! (And yes... this is my take on "poetic license"... I added the sunset colors) Happy Fall y'all!!
Natures tears, see them fly
Out from the depths of the hidden eye
See them ride the waves and flow
Along the stream, watch them go
Swimming the waters and stones that lie
Deep in the depths of the hidden eye
Sunset at Haystack Rock ~ Cannon Beach, Oregon
Nikon D5100, Tamron 18-270, ISO 200, f/8.0, 78mm, 1/250s
Source Of Life, rays that fly
Down from the never-ending sky
Through the branches of the trees
Blown on fates beautiful breeze
Lighting the minutes and the hours
Illuminating the blooming flowers
The source of life, a red hot star
That rules it's kingdom from afar
It's rays they kiss , when they fall
Bringing life to one and all
This image opens the series “Framed Realities” — a blurred threshold between memory and presence.
A poetic stroll through the royal greenhouses at Laeken in Brussels, where you can dream through the misty glass roofs...
Déambulation poétique dans les serres royales de Laeken à Bruxelles qui laisse à rêver au travers des verrières embuées...
Part of the series “Framed Realities – A Journey Through Windows, Reflections and Inner Views,” exploring perception, distance and the quiet tension between observer and observed.
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(Fait partie de la série “Réalités cadrées”, une exploration des perceptions, des distances et de la tension silencieuse entre regardeur et regardé.)
Trees here, trees there
Mist covered trees rising bare
With their roots buried in the ground
Of the rotating earth, where they are found
Covered in mist, rising up bare
Trees here, trees there
Clouds thy sail in the East
Cloven kings they now feast
On the fields that are seen
Dressed in robes of Winter green
Clouds they watch the ground below
Waiting for the chance to sow
Drops of life upon the green
Where the hungry flocks are seen
In their kingdom, where they feast
Watching clouds sail in the East
Are you up or are you down?
Will you swim or will you drown?
Can you climb the trees, or will you sink below
Joining the currents that flow below
Or will you rise out of natures cup
No longer down and definetly up
Behind the trees, natures wall
That spread out wide and stand , so tall
Clouds they gather and they fly
Slowly over the waiting sky
Travelling to, who knows where
Ships of white up in the air
Filled with tears, fate and love
Behind the trees and so high above
I sought to capture the very essence of these precious moments when nature offers us a spectacle of rare intensity. That afternoon, the mist shrouded the forest in a mysterious morning-like veil, creating a subtle dialogue between different textures: the softness of emerald moss, the roughness of centuries-old trunks, and the carpet of fallen leaves. I deliberately chose a composition that guides the eye through different planes, from the mossy rocks in the foreground to the ghostly silhouettes of trees vanishing into the mist. The diffused light of this autumn afternoon allowed me to reveal subtle shades of green and touches of red persisting in the foliage, creating an atmosphere both melancholic and enchanted. This image is an invitation to contemplation, a pause in time where the forest reveals its most intimate secrets.
Within these cold, silent walls lies a hidden rhythm, bricks arranged like lines of a quiet poem.
میان دیوارهای سرد و بیجان، نظمی نهفته است که گویی شعر را با آجر سروده اند.
Many ripples on the lake
See the patterns that they make
Tiny waves, see them ride
Across the water, deep and wide
An army of blue and grey
See them dance, see them play
A million ripples, that do make
Natures beauty invade the lake
Furry trees reaching high
Trying to touch the infinite skies
Fingers on sweet natures hand
Rising up from the land
Where they have stood through the years
Kissed by sun, fed with tears
That are found up in the skies
Above the trees that now reach high
A Brown-breasted Flycatcher (Muscicapa muttui) was scanning tiny insects for the taking in an early morning from a low level perch in its natural habitat. The beautiful head angle and creamy coloured bokeh here made the frame a really charming composition. The symmetry between the broken twigs on the backdrop aided another level of beauty. Pics was taken from a garden in Kolkata, W,B., India.