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Roots of cypress trees are reaching down to embrace the river bottom. It's a quiet and beautiful world inside the river.
High-stepping it on the broken jetties that are a part of our lakeshore landmarks.
I walk this lakeshore almost every evening and you would think the photographic possibilities would eventually run out. But no. With a keen eye, a passion for a new image, and a love for nature and people, each outing is an adventure...
The picture above is just what I'm talking about.
This image was taken in a marquee at a flower show. To reduce clutter and give a more high key effect I went low and used the roof as a backdrop.
Pic By Pammy
Sim --- Cammino De Vivo Capovoloto
Just another day taken away, back to moonlight
Tired of the same shadows and silhouettes
Before the dawn starts breakin' on the horizon
Once I'm closer to somethin' I don't have yet
I'll keep reachin' as far as I can till break of day
I'll keep reachin', the light of my life will find it's way
I know if I reach too far I may not ever recover
But I know the stars ain't all I'm meant to discover
So I'll keep reachin'
While you're fast asleep counting your sheep, I'm moon breathin'
I'll be up all night playin' through this twilight dream
'Cause all my life I have been patiently waitin'
But lights are dim to fulfill my destiny
I'll keep reachin' as far as I can till break of day
I'll keep reachin', the light of my life will find it's way
I know if I reach too far I may not ever recover
But I know the stars ain't all I'm meant to discover
So I'll keep reachin'
This ancient Oak tree is in a field 10 minutes walk from my house. I've been looking to get a shot of it in the right conditions for a while now. So I went at dawn yesterday, when the forecast was favourable. It didn't turn out to be colourful, hence resorting to black and white.
It is sad to see these old trees dying and this one has a tremendous shape, weathered by years of westerly winds.
Lake George, Adirondacks, NY.
There's often not much room to see anything on the lake's shores, other than the opposite side, because of the way the forest crowds the shoreline. But a little scene unfolded while I explored, shooting up the water and including this near shore. The atmosphere lent a hand, removing the distance and distraction. With a little drama, the image became more intimate, animating the snag that appears to be reaching for meaning in that sky, while the nearer trees seem to reach for the wayward son. Behind the backdrop, even the reach of the lake is indeterminate. In this dimension, it is hard to tell the feel--anger in an approaching storm, the sadness of a dreary day, or maybe the hope of a sunrise? I'll let you reach your own conclusions. Things are not always as they seem.
A tiny tropical bloom reaches for a beam of sunlight from a dark corner of the greenhouse. Enid A. Haupt Conservatory, New York Botanical Garden, the Bronx, NYC -- May 21, 2022
I was trying to think of the word which describes a plants turning toward the sunlight: heliotropism or phototropism
As if reaching with that last gasp of life on its golden bed, this gnarled and aging sage bush, takes on the look of a retired hand. Outstretched to its limit, it is a wonderful and abstract symbol illustrating the desire to cling onto life after grappling with the harshest of elements.
It's as if these buds are stretching out towards passers by to show them the beauty of the single open flower.