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Adam in the golden, late summer, field in front of my parents house with his ugly and old but beloved bike.
In Flanders Field
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throuw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, through the poppies grouw
In Flanders fields.
I went for a stroll following my final exam earlier this year. I wanted to catch the sunset over the fields, but a layer of cloud on the horizon prevented the full experience. Nonetheless, I wanted to share one of the pictures from the trip.
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Klieken / Germany
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Explore # 163 on Sunday, August 17, 2014
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Good evening to you all!
Since I have now my hard drive clean again and I managed to get one or the other treasure here one of the best 3 after processing.
For the rest I say goodbye for today times since I live tomorrow if that allows early on the socks do to maybe one or to get hold of other good image in the morning hours.
If you like it Feedback would be great.
hope you all have a good night and a good start into Sunday
With best regards
your A.P Photography