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Looking over a vineyard towards an avenue of plane trees (see a previous photo entitled 'Provençal autumn' for a different view of the avenue) with another vineyard beyond that. I went yesterday late afternoon to take this photo and it was just in time as the sun dipped below a hill to the right shortly after I took it.
Sorry I've been a bit 'hit and run' these past few days with Flickr but I've been incredibly busy with this and that.
The alpine town of Annecy is a delight. This is an autumn view of the sycamore lined Canal Vassé, Lover's Bridge and the Annecy Mountains.
I love the big, gnarled plane trees with their many shoots on thick branches. Next to the seaside resort near Sursee, they stand in a double row on the beach.
Camera: Graflex Century Grafic 2x3
Film: Kodak Portra 400
Scanner: Epson V850 Pro
Scannersoftware: SilverFast
The bark on a London plane tree has a distinctive gray mottled appearance that develops when it exfoliates, revealing white, brown, and creamy yellow colors. This distinctive camouflage pattern makes it easy to identify a London plane tree from a distance.
The bark of the planetree sheds because of the tree’s rapid growth. The thin bark doesn’t expand as quickly as the tree, and large flakes of bark drop off every year.
I loved this magnificent pond surrounded by two-hundred year old plane trees, what a wonderful place to stroll in the shade protected from the heat of summer.
We are in a charming little village in the Luberon which bears the sweet name of Cucuron (it cannot be invented!).
Local tradition attributes the origin of the village name to Julius Caesar, like many of Provencal cities. The latter, seeing the locals running, would have pronounced the Latin phrase “cur currunt? ("Why are they running?").
In fact Cucuron, under various spellings, is a toponym frequent in southern France, with the sense of culmination, mound.
The origin of its name comes from the geographical location of the place, built on two nipples (in Celtic: "cuc = nipple").
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Le bassin fantastique
J'ai adoré ce magnifique bassin entouré de platanes bi-centenaires, voilà un endroit merveilleux pour flaner bien à l'ombre à l'abri de la chaleur de l'été.
On est dans un charmant petit village du Lubéron qui porte le doux nom de Cucuron (ça ne s'invente pas !).
La tradition locale attribue l'origine du nom du village à Jules César, comme nombre de communes provençales. Ce dernier, voyant les habitants du lieu courir, aurait prononcé la locution latine « cur currunt ? » (« Pourquoi courent-ils ? »).
En fait Cucuron, sous des graphies diverses, est un toponyme fréquent dans la France méridionale, avec le sens de point culminant, monticule.
L'origine de son nom tient à la situation géographique du lieu, bâti sur deux mamelons (en celte: "cuc = mamelon").
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Cucuron - Provence - France
through the autumn leaves of the plane tree, the Master's garden
Saturday Self-Challenge:high contrast
taken on VIVID colour mode on my RX100, touch more contrast in post processing on FastStone, free open source software
Happy weekend!
Le clocher de l'église d'Argentières et un grand platane.
Haute Savoie, France.
Mieux en grand, better in large, click L.
(Peu après cette photo je me suis luxé le coude lors d'une chute sur un sentier. Le P G H M est venu me secourir, MERCI ! )
Nice green gardens. The flag is half mast due to this picture was taken at the Remembrance of the Dead day. At that day we commemorate the people who are victims in wars especially those in WOII.
I took this from a café on the other side of the road from the church in Aups, a nearby market town. We were killing time waiting for Bob to finish her grooming which was a two hour session from 3.15 to 5.15. It was about 4.45 and the sun was setting in the west. It was such a beautiful light.
“Et dire que les vieux arbres sont si beaux ! Hélas, on n'est pas de bois.”
Henri Duvernois
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We visited a nearby village for the first time yesterday afternoon and what a lovely little village it was. This is a section of the marvellous old plane trees which surround the village square. To the right of the image there was a game of boules being played right under the trees. I do like these trees in winter without their leaves - they're so sculptural. There were some bars and restaurants around the square with a charming little school at the end (a photo of which will no doubt appear in the coming days). There were some grottos to visit but when we walked to them they were closed for the season (the village's full title is Villecroze les Grottes) and there was a charming little ornamental park (unusual for these parts) to walk through on the way to the grottos. It was late in the afternoon when I took the photo.