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Saying goodbye to some summer softness....
Take good care of yourselves....have a great week and thanks for stopping by..
Pat...xo
My Bride's Garden . . . Iowa
After our badly needed one inch of rain, the flowers are really starting to bloom. We have several different colors, but I have always like the orange ones the best.
It's nice to see summer coming soon in full bloom!
Copyright 2023
Sous les cyprès roux,
L'eau miroite les couleurs,
Automne murmure.
Beneath the red trees,
Water mirrors autumn's hues,
Whispers in the breeze.
Clear Lake - Iowa
The annual kite festival on the lake with mild temperatures and a sustain SE breeze at about 14 mph. They really had a big crowd yesterday with kids, kites, poodles and parents.
The photo does not represent the actual crowd which was further east on the lake. This was the "ONLY" parking spot I could find to get this shot! (Traffic Nightmare!)
The festival was featured on CBS Sunday Morning back in 2018.
Copyright 2023
Forest City - Iowa
This park is on the east side of the Winnebago River. I actually drove past the north gate, stopped and backed up . . . decided to pull in and drive the old narrow road to check it out.
Yeah, glad I did that. . . the simplicity of the colors, sunlight and shadows made it worth it!
Copyright 2020
Feuilles d'or tombent,
Le cyprès chauve s'embrase,
Reflet rouge en eau.
Golden leaves descend,
Bald cypress burns in soft flame,
Red mirrored in pond.
I took this photo just as the sun cast its golden light across the countryside, stretching long shadows over the green field before me. The farmhouse nestled among the trees felt like a quiet anchor in the landscape, perfectly cradled by nature. Later, I noticed dust or pollen suspended in the air, glowing like scattered sparks in the fading light.
Feuilles d'or tombent,
Le cyprès chauve s'embrase,
Reflet rouge en eau.
La magie automnale des cyprès chauves de l'étang de Boulieu.
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Golden leaves descend,
Bald cypress burns in soft flame,
Red mirrored in pond.
The autumn magic of the bald cypresses of Boulieu pond.
Cyprès rouge flamboie,
Sous l’étreinte de l’automne,
Vert murmure au loin.
Crimson cypress glows,
In autumn’s tender embrace,
Green whispers afar.
Sous les cyprès roux,
L'eau miroite les couleurs,
Automne murmure.
Beneath the red trees,
Water mirrors autumn's hues,
Whispers in the breeze.
Rouge cyprès flamboie,
Sous l’étreinte de l’automne,
Vert murmure au loin.
Crimson cypress glows,
In autumn’s tender embrace,
Green whispers afar.
Feuilles d'or tombent,
Le cyprès chauve s'embrase,
Reflet rouge en eau.
Golden leaves descend,
Bald cypress burns in soft flame,
Red mirrored in pond.
Sous les cyprès roux,
L'eau miroite les couleurs,
Automne murmure.
Beneath the red trees,
Water mirrors autumn's hues,
Whispers in the breeze.
she walked in light, wrapped in pattern, wrapped in quiet. i didn’t ask where she came from or where she was going – some stories are more complete when you don’t turn the page.
Tettegouche State Park
Another North Shore shot!
This is where the river flows into the big lake. When the river is running full in the spring from snow melt, you do not see much of the sandbar in the center.
It's a great park for exploring, camping or just hiking a few miles up the river to the High Falls.
Really nice hiking trails . . .
Copyright 2020
Feuilles d'or tombent,
Le cyprès chauve s'embrase,
Reflet rouge en eau.
Golden leaves descend,
Bald cypress burns in soft flame,
Red mirrored in pond.
the harbor stretched out like a living postcard, masts swaying gently in the sunlight. the windows framed the view, but the glass was tired, clouded with years of salt air. the table was set, napkins folded like tiny sails waiting to launch. the air smelled of faint tobacco and old wood, mingling with the distant scent of the sea.
Feuilles d'or tombent,
Le cyprès chauve s'embrase,
Reflet rouge en eau.
La magie automnale des cyprès chauves de l'étang de Boulieu.
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Golden leaves descend,
Bald cypress burns in soft flame,
Red mirrored in pond.
The autumn magic of the bald cypresses of Boulieu pond.
lunch under carved dragons, while the masts of Port de Pollença wave in the breeze beyond glass. it's a scene that shouldn’t exist — chopsticks over white linen in a fishing port, sunshine caught in folded napkins. the sea waits outside, and inside, something quietly strange becomes perfectly normal.
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Silence spreads like a wordless prayer. The lake breathes slowly, as time dissolves along the line where water meets sky. Nothing asks for haste.
There is an invisible dialogue between she and the horizon – a conversation that needs no sound, only presence. The tree, stripped of its leaves, understands. It bends with the wind but stands tall, holding secrets that winter cannot erase.
The bench is not just a place to rest but a space where thoughts drift lightly, dancing between what is and what once was. Solitude, here, does not weigh heavy. It spreads like light over the water, turning every absence into a poem.
At the lake’s edge, what feels missing becomes whole.
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O silêncio se espalha como uma prece sem palavras. O lago respira devagar, enquanto o tempo se dissolve na linha onde a água encontra o céu. Nada pede pressa.
Há um diálogo invisível entre ela e o horizonte – uma conversa que não precisa de som, apenas de presença. A árvore, despida de folhas, entende. Ela se curva com o vento, mas permanece de pé, guardando segredos que o inverno não apaga.
O banco não é só um lugar de descanso, mas um espaço onde pensamentos flutuam leves, dançando entre o agora e o que já foi. A solidão, aqui, não pesa. Ela se espalha como luz sobre a água, transformando cada ausência em um poema.
Na margem do lago, o que falta se torna inteiro.
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it's a foggy Morning.....
in a corner my garden...
a Beautiful male Rufous Hummingbird, Sitting on a vine, enjoying the soft Morning Sun.....
Mulino, Oregon, USA
The late afternoon sun is low in the sky in late autumn and a passing clouds illuminated the birch trees, and my patience was rewarded with a bust of light catching the autumn colours at the edge of woods behind.
This woodland, in the north of the New Forest National Park, has bracken growing extensively. In quite open areas the look and feel of the woodland is changed from the colder months when the bracken dies back.
Blackwater in the New Forest. I spent quite a bit of time exploring positions and compositions for this image. The final image is a blend of three captures. Two at long exposures, one suitable for the small waterfall and one for the meandering river flow, both focused for the foreground and river. The third a normal exposure focused for mid ground detail.
Captured in the early hours, this view of Torremolinos on the Costa del Sol reveals the coast at its calmest. Before the buzz of beachgoers and holidaymakers begins, there is a rare moment of stillness and simplicity along the Mediterranean.
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Photo taken with Canon R5 with RF 24-70mm f/2.8 L IS USM lens
This woodland, in the north of the New Forest National Park, has bracken growing extensively. In quite open areas the look and feel of the woodland is changed from the colder months when the bracken dies back.
Due gocce di rugiada, incredibilmente in equilibrio, tremano su un sottile filo d’erba, catturando i delicati raggi dorati del sole di novembre. Un quasi invisibile filo di ragnatela si tende verso di loro, brillando appena nell’aria fresca del mattino.
In questo momento fragile, il mondo sembra sospeso, tenuto insieme da fili di luce e bellezza discreta.
Quale migliore metafora di questa vita, "un brivido che scivola via, è tutto un equilibrio sopra la follia"...?
Foto di stamattina, macro.
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wrapped in soft stripes and shadows, she moves through the fleeting sunlight of valencia. the street is a quiet stage, her presence a brief moment of poetry. the scarf trails like a whisper behind her, catching the glow of the fading day. around her, darkness clings to the walls, but she walks steady, caught between light and shadow, an everyday rhythm.
in the serene corner of the erlebnis-zoo hannover, this moment captures the quiet elegance of pelicans as they bask in the early sunlight. perched gracefully on a gnarled tree trunk, their pale feathers glow with a soft radiance, beautifully mirrored in the still water below. the reflection creates a dreamlike symmetry, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, as if nature herself has painted a perfect portrait. this scene, framed by the lush greenery, speaks of tranquility and the delicate balance of life in the wild, where every ripple in the water holds a story.