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From the "50 Bikes with a 50m Project"
This is one of the few bikes shots I have taken outside of New Orleans. 1-33 have all been from the French Quarter. This one was taken just down the road from me, in Kentucky. It was parked outside of an ice cream parlor
New ET44AC 3075 leads Q191 up Steelton Hill as the shadows begin to encroach on the mainline. The days are getting shorter.
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Play with shadow and light and a rusty ladder on the Essroc Toronto Terminal silo on Cherry Street in the Portlands area.
Taken from behind a backlit Canna plant the lines on the leaf and the shadow of the plant in front stood out.
Quiet Shadows Prissy will sit quietly, some times behind me like this shot, then leaves to find a nap spot, shot in North Carolina.
I've been trying out some no border techniques lately, and this was one of my favourite ones. Hope you guys like it got some more stuff in the works. Schools really busy right now so not building much, but keep your eyes out for some new stuff.
#Smile on Sunday #Shadow
Ange ou démon?? Angel or devil??
L'ombre des ailes d'un ange.. Shadow of angel's wings...
I forgot I'd taken this one. My first whole day with my Canon, so just experimenting.
Taken at my pet sitting house. Dogs playing/fighting/chasing the cats and not at all interested in what I'm doing. I will get some decent shots of them soon, if only they would stay still.
Still Waters
"He leads me beside the still waters." Psalm 23:2
"He leads me beside peaceful streams." Psalm 23:2
When my heart is likely to break,
When the surging billows shake
My feeble bark,
Lead me to the Rock most high
The Rock that higher is than I ;
even in the dark.
When I see my sin so great,
When no comfort I can get,
No place to hide,
Lead me to the Rock most high
The Rock that higher is than I;
The smitten side.
When no refuge I can find,
No shelter for the weary mind,
No cooling shade,
Lead me to the Rock most high
The Rock that higher is than I;
No more afraid.
When thirsting for the living stream
Of that eternal life in Him,
No more to die,
Lead me to the Rock most high
The Rock that higher is than I;
To Him I fly.
In the cleft of that dear Rock,
From the surging billows' shock,
I'll hide me ever.
In His righteousness so pure,
In His covenant so sure,
I'll dwell forever.