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Cloud and mist tinged with a little wood fire smoke shroud the valleys of the border ranges as the sun sets.
Evening photo on Montana's Highway 200, east of Missoula. The only camera I had with me at the time was an old point & shoot. To quote another photographer I know, "The best camera is the one you have with you at the moment."
A rainy evening in Lucca Tuscany. A couple under an umbrella goes through a lighted alley in the beautiful old town. Fine art street photography in black and white.
A quiet evening with a fantastic view overlooking the fjord and the landscape around. Sunndal in the middle of Norway.
A warm evening in Florida. We hear bullfrogs. Or gators maybe???? Their Harrruuumph sounds are similar. And delightful to hear.
Early evening at "Windknollen" (Jena-Cospeda, Thuringia, Germany)
{85mm: Æ’/10.0 | 1/1000 s | ISO 100 | Manual White Balance}
The fog can penetrate from the outside and reach you; it can invade you... And since it was evening and darkness was falling on the world, this fog frightened him as well as the other fog, the internal one that did not invade, but stretched, moved and filled the empty parts of his body. Usually the second fog was called loneliness.
under the old trees, it feels like being in a fairytale land.../ Kvällsglöd...under de gamla träden infinner sig en känsla av att vara i ett sagoland.../Con la luminosidad del atardecer, bajo los añosos árboles, se siente como estar en un reino de cuentos...(DSC_4940-3)
Abends an der Weser, nähe den Tiefer-Arkaden in Bremen. Alter Mann braucht seine Pause und ich sitze auf einer Bank, da kommen die Ruderer vorbei.
Evening on the Weser, near the Tiefer Arkaden in Bremen. An old man needs a break, and I'm sitting on a bench when the rowers pass by.
dig deep in the hardisk and found this image.. hope to get something special by tomorrow! oh yea.. pray for no rain! :D
have a joyful weekend everyone!
Are we building homes for families or just throwing up shells for empty men? Remember, not only old houses are haunted and not all hauntings require ghosts.
It only took a couple years, and approximately a metric-ton of black-oil sunflower seeds, but evening grosbeaks have finally graced my yard with their presence. They've shown up three days straight now.
Olympia, WA
Just a few splashes were heard from the beaver and some fishing birds as the sun set over Crater Lake in the Kittatinny Mountains, New Jersey.
As evening descends over the Rocky Mountains with Union Pacific's Moffat Tunnel Subdivision therein, the rumble of a train can be heard through South Boulder Canyon as they work their way up the 2% grade into Pinecliffe, Colorado. Framed from atop tunnel 29, we see an empty UP westbound oil train pass the sight of the daylighted tunnel 28 in the backdrop, then wrapping around the bend past the Boiling Gulch just before entering the east portal of the short tunnel 29.
The roar of six locomotives working their train through some of the most impressive railroad engineering for its time, the sounds of the South Boulder Creek below and the cool evening air all from my vantage point overlooking the canyon was truly breathtaking and a mere image just cannot do justice.