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This is my first posted photo employing the use of my 580EX. I have recently fount it to be exceptionally useful as a fill flash for macro shots.
The Canon 100mm macro lense has a USM motor, which means when it's used on the 20D, it can return distance information (for use with the flash). Sometimes I wonder if that flash isn't smarter than the camera and I combined...it's almost hard to take a bad picture with it.
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One of 200 hens from a small egg farm. The farmer used a metal leg band for identification purposes. As the hens grew, the leg band did not. The farmer will not be using these again.
The hens are part of Animal Place's Rescue Ranch program in which farmed animals come to the sanctuary, are rehabilitated, and then placed into new homes.
After treatment, these hens will go onto new, loving homes.
4rth Infantry Division U.S. Army - River Pech Valley, Kunar Province September 2009 - Quarta divisione di fanteria dell'Esercito Americano, valle del fiume Pech Provincia di Kunar - Settembre 2009
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This tree has literally grown through the fence. The fence, as far as I could tell, is intact. What probably happened is that the tree easily passed through the fence when it's trunk was thin and as the trunk grew wider, the fence cut into it. Strangely though, the tree trunk seems to have simply grown around the cut embedding the fence within it.
173 Airborne Brigade US Army - Provincia di Kunar Marzo 2008 - 173 Airborne Brigade US Army - Provincia di Kunar Marzo 2008 - Kunar Province March 2008
"A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever"- John Keats
Gilded necklace with semi-precious stones imbedded in it for display and sales in an exhibition held in Madurai
recently.
Steaming forest, what lies inside you?
Steaming forest, what brews in your belly?
Steaming forest, is this the last time I'm with you?
I'll never forget the first time.
Embedded, on all its earth,
are the feet which crossed before.
Embedded, in the swollen creek, are the
reflections which appeared before.
Embedded, here in this forest,
in its steamy particles,
is my birth, my fear, my hope, my joy,
and then: my death.
This here, this land, this is the place of forever wandering.
This is the place of eternal questioning.
This is the place of empty boredom.
This is the place of regeneration.
This is the place of destruction.
And yet, but how?
This is also the place of answering.
Oh, sweet mother what could be better?
Oh, what could taste sweeter...
than this here, this land, this place of answering?
At some time and for some reason a chain had been placed around a tree. Over time the tree has grown into the chain. Time will tell if the chain or the tree wins the battle!