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It's one of those days...
Three funerals, no weddings...
RIP Giorgos Tsounis senior. This one is for you. I will miss your witty smile...
Cloud breaks over the Santa Ynez Mountains create sunbursts over Goleta, CA
This was shot in our backyard way back in July 2010. No matter how I processed them before, they didn't match up to the incredible scenes I had witnessed that day. So I had delayed posting them. But now, thanks to Nik HDR Efex Pro, Topaz Adjust and Photoshop, I've been able to salvage most of the magic I saw that day.
The above shot is part of the BREAKING CLOUDS series. See my flickr comment below for more
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Smile at the sky
It’s so pretty
It sets me free
When I’m sad
I go outside
When I’m happy
I go outside
A smile emerges on my face
So far and wide
Just like the sky
The smiling sky whom I smile back to
Smile at the sky
...
Pierre Singla
I'm ready for some cooler temps and fall colors. Took this last November back behind my Mom's house...
A morning adventure to Kananaskis lake for sunrise. more of the hot sunrise lighting the base of the clouds
If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
Cool and pristine, the clouds stand proudly untouched, from the plane's window at 37,000 feet en route to Turkey.