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On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.
by
Robert breault
Thank you for posing Taboo
"Between the eyes of love, I call your name.
Behind the guarded walls I used to go,
upon a summer wind, there's a certain melody.
Takes me back to the place that I know.
On the beach...
On the beach....
Yeah..."
sometimes the wind
rocks the swing outback
and I remember
all those times we sat
together in the summer days
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Actual shot. Had a walk down the water and saw this spider struggles to hold onto its thread in a high wind…hope he succeeded. Bird feathers were floating in the air in every direction.
Immature White-crowned Sparrow (Zonotrichia leucophrys)
Brown Acres - Jackson County - Oregon
Canon 7D Mark ii - f/7.1 - 1/1000 - ISO 800
Credit @ Hisa in Wizarding Fair from August 7th
HISA - The Windburrow - LOD@4
Credit @ Chez Moi Furniture in ACCESS (Current round end date : August 8th)
"June Picnic Set"
CHEZ MOI June Round Table
CHEZ MOI June Bench
CHEZ MOI Board With Salami
CHEZ MOI Bowl With Potatos
CHEZ MOI Bowl With Zeppole
CHEZ MOI Pitcher With Water
Just a small portion of the 1000's of Trumpeter Swans and some ducks. They were startled as I approached. This is a tiny section of the flock spread over two large flooded farm fields divided by a road.
Grand Bend, Ontario
Canada
Der Leuchtturm im Westerhever bei herrlicher Nachmittagssonne. Das hohe Gras der Salzwiesen wiegt sich im Wind.
Taken in October 2020 on a K&F Concept workshop. An exceptionally low tide at New Brighton of 0.6m meant we could make the mile or so walk out to the wreck of the SS Denham.
We were blessed with superb conditions with some wonderful cloud cover with breaks in between. As the light faded we turned our attention to the wind farm in Liverpool Bay. Thoroughly enjoyable and I think we all managed to forget about Covid for a few hours.
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change, come what may