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Abstraction at the coast.

Abstraction at the floodline.

Moonlight at sunrise.

Abstraction with greys.

Abstraction at the beach

Tidal patterns and shapes in the blue hour.

New website, have a look: www.ulbespaans.nl

The first light.

theme for Crazy Tuesday silhouette in B & W

After high tide.

Abstraction at the coast.

Canon EOS 6D - f/8 - 1/40sec - 100mm - ISO 640

 

- for challenge Flickr group: Macro Mondays, theme: Safety

 

From the series "seadance".

From the series "seadance".

Slag Beukel, Westland, Holland.

Low tide at the breakwater.

Patterns at the beach

Abstraction at the coast.

Sunrise at the coast of Westland, holland

Reflections at the beach.

LE in the early morninglight.

Drifting softly to the ground,

Not even making the slightest sound.

Oh! the magic that they make,

In the silence of their wake.

Whispers of wonder,

Louder than thunder!!!!

Kumari

 

Smile on Saturday : "Less is more"

Less is more. My kind of beach...

I liked the straight lines and this colour compostion...a colourful palette by mother nature.

Beach of Schiermonnikoog, Wadden Sea, Friesland, The Netherlands.

Such a wide beach...apparently the widest beach in Europe.

( UNESCO World Heritage Site )

 

© Mieneke Andeweg-van Rijn 2016

All rights reserved

   

Keep life simply

SO OTHERS MAY ˙·٠•● ♥ 💛 ️∕̆̃̃

simply live.

 

-Mahatma Gandhi

 

Halte das Leben einfach

SO KÖNNEN ANDERE ˙·٠•● ♥ 💛 ️∕̆̃̃

einfach leben.

 

Κρατήστε τη ζωή απλη

Έτσι ώστε οι ΑΛΛΟΙ ΝΑ ΜΠΟΡΟΥΝ ˙·٠•● ♥ 💛 ️∕̆̃̃

απλά να ζήσουν.

 

Thank you my friends ♥🙏♥ for all your views,favorites and comments!

I really apprecite all of you and I will catch up really soon!

 

Kalimera (❥ˆ◡ˆ)

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kcj4dj4lX84

 

Look around and understand

You're either a brainless citizen or a thinking slave

This thought will haunt me to the grave

How am I to obey behave

In a system I hate

This ain't art, this ain't a hobby

It's nausea, mysanthropy

It's just neurotic me facing therapy

 

Give it back just as much as I got

Never came for the struggle now I

Chill at the top like I don't give a fuck

I was born into a dream and couldn't stop til I'd won

Countless hours praying that I'd be number one

But it's the sound and vibrations that keep me alive

So give me the mic and let me scream for my life like

AAAARRGH!

 

Through the void

When my days are cold

When the sky turns to storm

When I can't find the voices of reason

When I fall in this world

I listen to my voice

 

Oh for every word I never said

For every neadles scraching my face

For everytime I never breath

For everytime I never breath

 

An emotions flow

Flooding your brain so let me know

Are there any rogue waves that drown your thoughts

Listen up beryl vibration

Will master the stream of your inner sea

You'll become shapeless

Empty minds

Are not so obscure

 

Witness our conquest

 

Words are wind, we're the fucking tempest

We will huff and puff harvest your world in a blow

This is our song, our soul

Witness our conquest, fear the upheaval

In this blue hour I made an abstraction with the patterns, shapes and reflections in a riptide.

doubt grows with conscience

the Golden Gate Bridge in morning fog

From the series "Seadance".

Two cloudscapes in a seascape..

Just a part of the sea.

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