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So simple to just sit and relax and watch the incoming tide and the setting sun on a beautiful afternoon. Nothing beats the simplicity of watching life itself.
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Fidget went with us to see the sun set over the water. She found a little white sugar sand dune where some beach dune sunflowers had taken root and bloomed.
Curdnatta Photographer's Theme "Embraced By The Sun".
Our shadow that was cast in the setting sun's light on our way home from work. Taken between Leigh Creek and Hawker in the north of South Australia.
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It's finally spring! A friend took me sailing the other day, and of course I took my camera along. It was too bright on the water to shoot, but afterwards I saw these very tall grasses at the harbor with the setting sun on them. . . . (Explore #386)
Cornish / Parsonsfield, Maine.
Sunset panoramas of today's sunset taken in Cornish and Parsonsfield.
Sunset view from Highland Farms in Cornish today.
Verity, Damien Hirsts statue stands guard just after sunset at Ilfracombe outer harbour, North Devon. With the MS Oldenburg the Lundy Island supply ship moored by the quay.
It's early Summer........
It's the last minute of the golden hour......
Against the dark green foliage......
This fabulous lavender pink Day Lily is glowing in the last of the soft rays of the setting sun.......
The setting sun was low and right in front of me. There were loads of these little fellas battling for existence among all the other wild plants in the meadow. Somehow they seemed to make the most of the sun lighting up like tiny beacons.
Araxacum is a large genus of flowering plants in the family Asteraceae and consists of species commonly known as dandelion. After flowering is finished, the dandelion flower head dries out for a day or two. The dried petals and stamens drop off, the bracts reflex (curve backwards), and the parachute ball opens into a full sphere.
They are native to Eurasia and North America, and two species, T. officinale and T. erythrospermum, are found as commonplace wild flowers worldwide. Both species are edible in their entirety. The common name dandelion from French dent-de-lion, meaning "lion's tooth") is given to members of the genus. Like other members of the Asteraceae family, they have very small flowers collected together into a composite flower head. Each single flower in a head is called a floret. Many Taraxacum species produce seeds asexually by apomixis, where the seeds are produced without pollination, resulting in offspring that are genetically identical to the parent plant. A number of species of Taraxacum are seed-dispersed ruderals that rapidly colonize disturbed soil, especially the common dandelion (T. officinale), which has been introduced over much of the temperate world.
Single handheld exposure. Minor tweaking in photoshop. Fuji X-E2 with 55-200mm f3.5-4.8 @ f4.5 156mm, exposure 1/500 sec, ISO 200.
The Collins Executive Education Center is put in silhouette by the evening's setting sun.
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The sun sets on the football stadium at Woodhaven High School. At the end of a very long track meet, this was the gorgeous scene.
As I looked up this evening from my seat on balcony, I saw the sun just before setting time, nestled in this tree. As the time progressed, it went down behind a huge cloud, rather than the mountain in distance.
a wonderful weekend , is searching for
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I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin' on the seas
far away from dry land
and it's bitter memories
castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head
with you in my arms...
i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin fevered train
crashin head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the feelin of the sleepers
and the burnin of the coal
countin the towns flashin by
and a night that's full of soul
with light in my head
with you in my arms...
And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last
and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms...