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Mathew 10:29
29 Are not two little sparrows sold for a copper coin? And yet not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will.
Carden Alvar, Ontario
Canada
three shot bracketed image, merged in photoshop and toned down, then some burning to bring out detail.
HSS!
High above in the tallest of trees are these very large nests within the blue skies.
These birds are very noisy and can be heard quite a distance away.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
-- Rumi
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all!
An eastbound Union Pacific freight train sails past the snowy trees of Lincoln Marsh Nature Area at Mile Post 26.20 of the UPRR Geneva Subdivision in Wheaton, Illinois.
Nikon D5100, Tamron 18-270, ISO 400, f/6.3, 270mm, 1/1000s
This westbound plane is on the flight path towards Pearson International airport where it will land in glorious sunset.
This balletic tree stands in the woods by the lake to the rear of St Peter's Church in Newton-le-Willows, Warrington.
Using the IR shot I posted on Tuesday, I processed it into a Monochrome version. (first version in the first comment field)
That morning it was -10c and even the loch was frozen. I took my infrared digital converted Nikon D80 with the 'Super Goldie' (590nm) filter. I shot this as we crunched our way across the frozen lawns by the Castle ... towards the loch!
Happy Monochrome Thursday! ;o)
There's more about shooting in infrared here: Infrared adventures on my Inedita website - if you are interested in what IR photography can offer you ;o)
B/W Tinted and Mono Here
My Infrared set: Here
My Tree set: Here
My Fyvie Castle set: Here
Though there are still some colored leaves on the trees, many of them are already fell off... The winter season has come to Tokyo.
Canada's tradition "ICE FISHING"
Ice fishing shack near the mouth of the Ottawa River.
They are usually heated
La tradition du Canada "LA PÊCHE SUR GLACE"
Cabane à pêche proche de l'embouchure de la rivière des Outaouais. Ils sont généralement chauffés.
View Large !!!. Ver en Grande !!!
"MARAÑA DE RAMAS DESNUDAS"
Entered in January Contest - Bare Branches in TMI Group.
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS.
Images and textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
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The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere.
– Michel de Montaigne
"We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone."
— Ursula K. Le Guin
happy sliderssunday my friends!
♥
A typical winter day in our area. We get lots of gray and foggy days with a lot of inversions. Surprisingly, we do not get that cold.
On a recent trip in to work I thought I would wander through the historic cemetery in the fog!
For the FOTF "Monochrome" theme that was chosen by Cheryl , I too chose a foggy morning scene taken in the middle of July.
... as the year draws to a close, driving as dawn breaks.
It is a landmark tree that I shoot when I can catch it - just as the road bends. It leans with the prevailing wind ... and the crows rise to greet the sun!
iPhone shots: Here
My landscape set Here
My drive by shots: Here
Local places of interest: Here
Woodland walk llanberis, beautiful blue skies above.
Llanberis is a village, community and electoral ward in Gwynedd, northwest Wales, on the southern bank of the lake Llyn Padarn and at the foot of Snowdon, the highest mountain in Wales.
While this photo was taken a while ago, the cool dawn this morning reminded me of the crisp winter mornings. Processed with added texture by Kerstin Frank
A Piper towplane, registered to Mile High Gliding, pulls a sailplane past a perched Great Blue Heron in Boulder County's Sawhill Ponds.
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 250, f/6.3, 145mm, 1/2500s
A lone tree stands like a memory etched in the sky, its bare branches spreading into the stillness. The land sleeps beneath a faded winter light, and in the distance, a solitary figure walks—small against the quiet vastness. The horizon is a blur of forgotten time, where earth and sky no longer argue about where one ends.