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The dusk sunbeams shining through the trees with a lonely robin catching the last evening rays and warmth perched on a branch of a tree which when you look closely has cobwebs connecting the branches.
the sun shines after a snowfall in Uppsala/ En suggestiv vinteratmosfär, solen lyser efter ett snöfall i Uppsala.../Una atmósfera invernal sugestiva, el sol asoma tras una nevada en Uppsala...(144-2)
A rainy day with brief glimpses of sun, Uppsala.../Höstligt, en regnig dag i Uppsala, solen tittar fram ett ögonblick.../Ambiente otoñal, un día lluvioso con breves momentos de sol en Uppsala...(DSC_6896-3)
Cradle mountain on Sunset. Still conditions allowed for some nice colorful reflections!
Nikon D800
Nikon AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED Lens
F13| 6s | ISO 100 | 35mm
Lee Filters | 1.2 GND | 1.2 GND soft
8 Images stitched
Ambience and ambiance are different spellings of the same word, referring to the special atmosphere or mood of a particular environment. While some dictionaries list ambiance as the standard spelling, ambience is far more common in all main 21st-century varieties of English. It’s worth noting, though, that ambiance tends to take precedence in contexts relating to art and design, but this is by no means a rule, and exceptions abound.
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A restaurant I found in Assmannshausen (lol) that was very expensive but had a COOL décor!!
One of my favorite places to do antique shopping is in an old house that has been converted into a shop.. when I walk into homes/shops like that, I immediately look around with such curiosity wondering what stories that home has to tell....I came across this Antiques sign at N21 last week and the Scarlet Creative Magicae house immediately popped into mind....I absolutely love the beach fence by [keke] and the stringed garden lights as well...they go perfectly with this scene...hope you enjoy it....
Featuring [ keke ] stringed garden lights and the[ keke ] beach fence both available at the mainstore:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Manet/125/162/22
In this pic:
Scarlet Creative Magicae House - White
HPMD* Garden Vine01 - ochre
floorplan. antiques sign
MADRAS Zoha Street Lamp Post
BackBone Shabby September - Cupboard
Apple Fall Mini Pumpkin - White
Apple Fall Pumpkin - Casper White II
[Tia] Sleeping Cupid 3 Tier Fountain
*alirium* PuffyGrass [Brown]
Concept} 09. Clever Panel
CONCEPT} 10. Sevilla. Lamp with white flowers
Heart - Wild Flowers - Quenn Ann's Lace -
22769 ~ [bauwerk] Shabby Cottage Mirror - COMMON
*ionic* A plie of antique windows
ionic : Faro
Wall Fountain CHEZ MOI
Skye Shabby Deck
hive // fairytale pumpkin
hive // dainty flower hanging light . silver
Serenity Style- Unforgettable time Old Horse
Nutmeg. Sneakers Worn White
Nutmeg. Basin and Watering Can
Nutmeg. Watering Can# 1,2
Nutmeg. Old Story Ottoman w/Crown
Nutmeg. Bike White&Stickers w/Static
Nutmeg. Stone Basin Silver
Nutmeg. Old Story Frames Wood
Nutmeg. Ancient wash basins chair set, Dark chair
Nutmeg. Backyard Stool Brown
Have a great weekend! ❤️
"Prime location, nice interiors, spacious rooms, excellent food quality prompt response, polite staff."
This is the only 4 star or 5 star hotel of my home town!
Today I met a contigent of US Airforce team of 10persons who was stationed here
They had come all the way from Washington DC
Foggy Rhine river in Basel, Switzerland.
Thank you for all the visits and comments to my photostream! ^_ ^
series: The Zollverein Coal Mine Industrial Complex
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Gabrielson Wildlife Area - Iowa
Before deer season gets into full swing, I wanted to hike a favorite area just for the fun of it! Not much wildlife today, other than some turkeys.
What catches my attention more than anything? This simple leaf still attached.
"A falling autumn leaf is simply summer waving goodbye!"
(Author Unknown)
Copyright 2021
View of Sydney at dusk.
Photographed from Balls Head Reserve.
Balls Head Drive, Waverton.
Near the Flagpole Picnic Area.
To the east, across Balls Head Bay & Berry Bay, is McMahons Point and Blues Point.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 75-300 f/4-5.6 lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom and PhotoPad Pro by NCH software.
В сером пространстве под лишённым солнца небом я был один. Я так увлекся изучением этого болота и поиском интересных форм, что стало не понять, где я оказался и куда идти дальше. Я заблудился, окутанный серым туманом, который дрожал на слабом ветру как тысячи приведений. Высмотреть что-либо в таком тумане было невозможно, тем более яркая одежда была только на одном участнике этой авантюры. Мягкий мох, что отделял меня от толщи ледяной воды, восстанавливал форму после моих шагов со скоростью, с которой таяли мои надежды вернуться по своим следам. С низких серых небес безостановочно падали мелкие капли воды. Больше всего свежей воде радовался сфагнум. Мне же он доставлял лишь неудобства. Я потер руки в мокрых перчатках, пальцы начинали коченеть. На болоте начинал властвовать холод или я просто впадал в шоковое состояние. Впрочем, ничего удивительного в этом не было. Ко всем неприятностям добавлялось еще одно неудобство – у меня закончился кофе и согреваться придется только движением. Скудный свет, струящийся с неба, нисколько не помогал. Нужно было поскорее покончить с тем делом, ради которого я забрел так далеко вглубь болот. Мерзкий голос у меня в голове интересовался – разве оно того стоило? Ответа у меня не было, но где-то в глубине души я понимал, что ситуация, в которую я попал, очень глупая. Торфяное озеро с забавным островком осталось позади. Я шел по густому мху и старался, чтобы бледное пятно света оставалось по правую руку. Иногда я останавливался и пытался высмотреть человеческие фигуры в тумане или просто прислушивался. Вопреки моим ожиданиям, никто не спешил появляться в поле зрения, и я продолжал свой путь в сторону высокой сосны, выбранной в качестве ориентира. В какой-то момент я уловил движение краем глаза и помчался в ту сторону. От переизбытка эмоций казалось, что я перепрыгиваю сосны. На этот раз все обошлось, но сделаю ли я правильные выводы…
In a gray space under a sunless sky, I was alone. I was so carried away by studying this swamp and searching for interesting forms that I began to not understand where I ended up and where to go next. I was lost, shrouded in a gray fog that shook in the weak wind like a thousand ghosts. It was impossible to see anything in such fog, especially since only one participant of this adventure was wearing bright clothes. The soft moss that separated me from the thickness of the icy water regained its shape after my steps with the speed with which my hopes of retracing my steps were fading. Small drops of water fell continuously from the low gray skies. The sphagnum moss enjoyed the fresh rain water the most. That rain only caused me inconvenience. I rubbed my hands in wet gloves, my fingers were starting to get numb. The cold began to dominate the swamp, or I simply fell into a state of shock. However, there was nothing surprising in this. To add to all the troubles, there was one more inconvenience - I had run out of coffee and would only have to warm up by moving. The meager light streaming from the sky didn't help at all. It was necessary to quickly finish the matter for which I had wandered so far into the swamps. A nasty voice in my head wondered – was it worth it? I didn’t have an answer, but somewhere deep down I understood that the situation I found myself in was very stupid. The peat lake with a funny island was left behind. I walked through the thick moss and tried to keep the pale spot of light on my right hand. Sometimes I stopped and tried to look out for human figures in the fog or just listened. Contrary to my expectations, no one was in a hurry to appear in sight, and I continued my way towards the tall pine tree chosen as a landmark. At some point, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and rushed in that direction. From an overabundance of emotions it seemed that I was jumping over pine trees. This time everything ended well, but would I draw the right conclusions...