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Boring sky so I added a texture to give it some drama.

I'd forgotten how peaceful and therapeutic it is going outside and shooting nature.

 

HBW!

one of the oldest suspension bridges in the United States: Brooklyn Bridge

Birch Bark - posted for Crazy Tuesday theme: "Natural Textures / Structure" HCT!

Pacifico Yokohama, Minatomirai

Moments, details, smells, memories.... unforgettable time

Art - Texture added to photo image, enlarge for a better view.

Thanks to everyone that views and comments on my images - very much appreciated.

 

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Sony ILCE-7RM5

I processed this geranium in Elements, Topaz Studio and then applied a Topaz texture. Just something different.

 

Thanks for views, comments and favs :)

Saw this, it spoke to me, had to take a shot! Having our first snowfall today, winter has finally arrived! Stay warm my friends =)

Happy December 1st:-)))

Textures used are by Pareeerica and Muffet. Thank you!

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nature is the greatest artist

 

feel the texture

Macro Mondays this week’s theme: “Member's Choice: Texture"

font: Riesling

 

textures and effects by Remember Remember

 

I know there really is a toadstool called Natures Parasol, don't know whether this is it or not !

  

See more in my Texture set Here

See more in my Fungus set Here

For "Smile on Saturdays" and this week's theme: "Tasty Texture."

 

The texture of a torn hamburger bun. Mighty tasty, too!

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Was könnte das sein?

Autumn grasses are so lovely blowing in the cool breezes. I really liked the shape and texture of this planting. Yeap, I'm out running around at night again!! Such fun!! LOL

 

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Auvers-sur-Oise Val d'Oise 05-15

Nikon D300s

Mon site photos : www.didiermasse.com

 

Veuillez m'excuser, bien pris par mon travail (qui n'a rien à voir avec la photo) et je n'arrive pas à voir et surtout à regarder vos photos ... j'espère que c'est temporaire et que je pourrais vous suivre comme je le voudrais.

Merci et toutes mes amitiés.

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early tonight we had a burst of rain. i looked at our street: pools of water and light. so i grabbed my camera as mark jokingly said, “hey, don’t play in the street!” i walked a few blocks, thunder growing, rain increasing. i know that squatting in the middle of traffic during a rain-soaked, thunderstorm night is not wise, but it does provide interesting bokeh and mood. (note: i never put myself or others in danger, though i did get some strange looks.)

 

when i took this photograph, the rain was pouring and my camera was wet—as evident from the splattered-lens bokeh. i ran home, happy and giddy, lightning in the sky, thunder in my ears. ps: if you’re careful, it’s okay to play in the street, especially when it’s raining.

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a very small amount of chicken soup

"Please See that My Grave is Kept Clean..."

 

A traditional song recorded and performed many, many times by BB King. A true gentleman and ambassador of the blues. He died May 15, 2015.

I would like to dig his grave with a Silver Spade and let him down with Golden Chains...

His heart has stopped beatin' and his hands are cold... But his legacy with live on and on.

Rest good, Blues Boy

 

The background photo is from "Pauper's Field" in Owensboro, KY. A cemetery for "poor black folk" at the edge of town where the graves are not "kept clean".

The lettering and texture are from a BB King cooking apron ! These were sold at some of his shows in the 1980's...

 

The Song : www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQQIW4fDG7I

Thanks Julius, for the video !!!

font: Redstar

 

textures and effects by Remember Remember

 

Hares at Play

 

John Clare

 

The birds are gone to bed, the cows are still,

And sheep lie panting on each old mole-hill;

And underneath the willow’s gray-green bough,

Like toil a-resting, lies the fallow plough.

The timid hares throw daylight fears away

On the lane’s road to dust and dance and play,

Then dabble in the grain by naught deterred

To lick the dew-fall from the barley’s beard;

Then out they sturt again and round the hill

Like happy thoughts dance, squat, and loiter still,

Till milking maidens in the early morn

Jingle their yokes and sturt them in the corn;

Through well-known beaten paths each nimbling hare

Sturts quick as fear, and seeks its hidden lair.

  

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