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I was stopped in my tracks outside this old fashioned sweet shop, with jar upon jar of sweets stacked high in the window. It took me back to my childhood and being sent down to the corner shop to get some groceries. The aproned shopkeeper emptying out the crumbs of one of the jars into a paper bag for my journey home........
The shot maybe awful ... but I loved the memories :o)
Artic wolves taken at Omega Park in Quebec. Sorry couldn't think of a better title.
Wishing you all a wonderful Saturday! :)
My first attempt at really slow shutter speed, trying to show the movement in this Gulls wings .. :-)
X241002 - Arties, río Valarties. Os deseo un buen día y muchas felicidades a las Ángelas y a los Ángel
Original photo taken at a 1940's weekend in Ramsbottom, Greater Manchester UK.
I borrowed the idea from Alan M Richards (with his permission) & I used a Bittbox texture
Like a vast lump of clay on a potters wheel, the Peña de Arties (1642m) marks a dramatic form for the otherwise open and sun filled Cinqueta valley high in the Spanish Aragon region. Seen from some angles, the mountain is like a giant's grave, and it is perhaps not surprising to find that witches are reputed to have lived watching over its northern wall from the village of Sin, and that multiple bronze age cromlechs rose high above its indubitable presence (witches as varied pagan expressions and not necessarily close to any modern caricature or medieval stigma).
Like a 'roche moutonnée that decided to be a small mountain', the land aside is perfectly pastoral and open to sun - an invitation to strong minded peoples. Just after the Peña de Arties are the well known open villages of Plan and Gistain.
The view is from the dirt track that rises and dog-legs behind the village of Saravillo.
AJ
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The windfall apples quickly vanish after the first snow as the birds swiftly devour the softening fruit. We have a store of damaged fruit to feed to our feathered friends additionally.
I quite liked the abstract art effect when this Great White Egret perched on a dead tree. Not ideal conditions, being at a distance, and with a grey sky, but overall a pleasing image. I can still remember when these were incredibly rare in Britain, and I drove over a hundred miles to see my first back in the 1980s. Nowadays birders barely look at them they are so commonplace on wetland reserves. I have even seen two separate individuals flying over the Pennines during my morning bike rides. This one was taken at Titchwell in north Norfolk.