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on my way from the store yesterday I saw this spot, I rushed home and practically begged my sister in law to come down today so I can get some pictures of Olivia and her in it!
I wish I had a little girl:) all I could picture was pictures of a little girl in there... so here is at least one from the beautiful buttercup field:) my lovely sister in law with my wonderfully perfect niece Olivia:) love them:)
off to run errands, so much to do before my parents arrive on monday, yet here I sit, up to my ears in pictures lol
D800 0.4second iso50
Tamron 17-35 f/2.8-4 @ 24mm f/11
Lee 0.6GNDh
Fantastic cloud forms here nearing sunset a few weeks ago. Some more images to come :)
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What could be slower than watching grass (er...weeds) grow? And one of my favorite ways to practice being STILL.
Several deep sky objects in this image: North America N., Veil N., Crescent N., Tulip N. and the Sadr region.
Shot with an unmodified Canon 5DmkII with Optolong CLS filter and Canon 70-200mm L lens @ 70mm on Star Adventurer tracker.
150x120s photos for a total of 300min integration time.
Processed in PixInsight with final cosmetic in Lightroom and Photoshop.
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Best Viewed Large...Clover in full array in a field next to my in-laws home in Georgia...
A Flower Grew (Poem for Rachel) (by James Watkins)
In deepest realms of glory,
a flower grew and danced
in morning bright-
and dreamed a dream
of golden choices,
of clouds,
and evening flight-
It sang a song with setting sun
that whispered with the wind-
and bloomed in heavens guardian light-
complete and warm within-
To run and play by stardust stream,
beyond the silent dawning,
and bless anew angelic hosts,
above celestial awning.
In father’s heart awoke a flame
aware at its beginning-
the smallest seed of love renewed,
prepared for time unending.
This heavy blow against the realm
of cruelty and darkness,
was sparked by hope
against the storm,
to flourish in its softness.
To topple kings and steadfast things
amazed at hidden wisdom-
that struck the plan, that
moved the hand,
that broke the holy prison.
Revealed in grace and wonder,
to live and dance and sing,
a perfect image of the light,
proceeding from the king.
Empowered by his mercy,
the father spoke the name-
and Rachel came into the earth,
to flower once again.
James watkins 4-2007
It will only be a few months and all the rape seed flowers will be out, the UK seem to be producing lots more every year, This was taken at Halesworth, Suffolk
The fields look lovely a couple of weeks before the harvest. This is a photo of the view from my brother in laws terrace. I wouldn't mind having such a view.
--Jacob Surland
somewhere between Moose Jaw and Medicine Hat
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Sawarna at least has 4 spots to be photograped. But the access to the location we have to use motor... bit adventure i think. In few radius of the area we still can find paddy field. Come on, do we have to make all areas full wid houses? U wont get fresh air.
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Pentax 67 + SMC 45mm/4 + Fuji Velvia 50 slide film.
I really like how the sun gets reflected as it was a real sun...
Taken same day as www.flickr.com/photos/138912516@N03/24384412161/in/dateta... -- I was originally going to throw this one away but decided it was worth keeping when deleting old photos today. It shows very clearly why the snow could become so golden in the sunset that day.
I am calling this photograph "Ernie Hill", whether it is a hill called Ernie or that this field is owned by someone called Ernie Hill i cannot be sure? But the sign on the gate said "Ernie Hill" and it lies between the villages of Belton-in-Rutland and Loddington and Launde, right on the county boundary between Rutland and Leicestershire.
Schlag auf Schlag bringt der April Raps, Bärlauch und bald auch der Mohn zum blühen. Saustress, wenn man allem nachkommen will und die Bedingungen auch noch passen sollten.
Letztere passen nicht immer und es braucht je nachdem viel Zeit. Die ist leider nicht immer genügend vorhanden.
Ich nehme es vor zu, wenn es passt, freue ich mich und sonst auch 😬
Stinking Corridor.
Ссорящиеся звезды, скрывающие ночи, вступающие в тихие суровые истины, плачущие спутники задумали заключенные, борющиеся за ходом,
démêler les accords tumultueux sentiments précipiter les eaux confiants mots noircis tourments noyade ennemis gémissements peines pénalités ombres,
große ungetrimmte Lektionen wilde Geheimnisse unwissende Kreise illustre Kämpfe kühne Asche blutbefleckte Küsten,
marwolaethau syfrdanu dyddiau anadl yn symud gwarantau gwylio di-werth yn galw ar beddrodau penaethiaid difrifol yn disgyn,
remi che si infrangono i timoni timoniere timoniere che combatte sinuoso equipaggio che soffia forte si avvicina a vergogna feroce,
mãos ofegantes maldade de terra maliciosa enfurece ruas furiosas delirantes boca cães de miséria tormentos vergonhosos,
深い踏み台遠くの目虐殺された森林テーブル徘徊軍隊いたずら詩人指揮キャプテン狂気の夢.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Happy Fence Friday !!!! Though it has been about 50 years, I can remember it like it was yesterday.....I was 14 years old, working during summer break on a local farm. It was a hot August and the corn was ready for picking. We hopped off the rickety old flat-bed truck at one end of the field. I loosened my belt and took the corners of a half-dozen burlap sacks and pulled them through my belt so they hung to the ground. Bobby, the farmer's son , told me to turn around and hold a bag open and start walking backwards down the first row. As I took a step in reverse, he took a step towards me, carefully grabbing the end of an ear of corn and feeling the tiny kernels through the husk to determine if it was ready. As he tore off ear after ear, he would toss them into my bag until it was full, and we would do this for 12 straight hours. The bags full of corn were heavy, the sun was scorching, but what makes me smile, is that I can remember the joy of grabbing an ear of corn from that field, pulling back the husk , and biting into that incredibly sweet, tender, juicy delicious August corn, as I stood there, surrounded by corn stalks over my head....