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°=° Brühl, Park of Castle Augustusburg - near Cologne.
May 21-2018
Paperjets (from 2012) with handwritten Messages 'I Love You' by me and 6 other Flickr Friends from Uk, France, US, Spain, Greece and Netherlands.
Walking around the lake at Black Park in Buckinghamshire. A combination of multiple exposure and ICM
OTIS: " What do you think about that?"
ODESSA: " What do you mean, Otis?"
OTIS: " Isn't there too little snow to build a snowman?"
ODESSA: " Oh, yes!...Not enough. We'll have to wait... winter isn't here yet..."
RUTA: " But maybe we can make a very tiny snowman?!"
PAT: " But maybe it's time to go inside and have some hot chocolate!"
OTIS: " Good idea! Follow me!......"
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Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday! 🐻🐻🐻🐻
Seen on a recent walk in Fish Creek Provincial Park, Calgary. This park is a wildlife oasis completely surrounded by the city of Calgary.
Canon EOS 30
Canon EF 85mm f/1.4
Kodak Tri-X 400 @320
Kodak HC-110 B
Fomaspeed variant 312
Ilford Multigrade
There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere.
However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods.
It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow.
The woods is one boundless singularity.
Bill Bryson
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Oude Kerk / Old Church, Amsterdam NL. In display the exhibition Garden of Scars by Ibrahim Mahama.
More of Garden of Scars at my Blog: johanphoto.blogspot.com/2023/04/garden-of-scars.html
Inithium Kario
Legal Insanity Gabriel Shirt
Legal Insanity Rhett denims
Animosity Biker Boots
Taken at Vida Dulce Photography Studio
I almost forgot that little walk in the wintertime, when I took some photos like the one above. So here it is, one more is in the pipeline.
I used that soft focus filter from Nik once again, here basically to smooth the background.
In Scotland farmers call them "dreels." I used to tip toe and trip myself up between them until the farmer laughed and told me I could roll on them if I felt so inclined. (I'm paraphrasing for this family channel.) It didn't matter a hill of beans what anyone did after the wheat had been cut.