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I am so happy. Bev wrote a poem again !
she had walked through here many times
she had heard strange stories too
of people who went missing ~ oh what was she do !
and as she walked more quickly footsteps she heard behind
was it HIM following her ~ he was driving her out of her mind !
he thought she had not noticed as he quietly hastened pace
she knew that he was right behind as she turned and saw his face ...!
and so their eyes met again in the darkness of the wood
he only wished to tell her .... oh !! if only he could ....
that he loved her dearly although they had never spoken
he wanted to give her his assurance ~ and this was a token
that he would never hurt her he just wanted her to be safe
and thats why he limped impaired and tried to hide his face
he thought that she would spurn him and for this he was so sad
he tried to look away again but that just made her mad
why are you frightening me each and every night
and then she saw the sadness, as he turned and then took flight ... !
A path going through a small grove.
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This began as a photo of a path through a meadow and a row of trees and was digitally altered to create a painterly type piece with soft autumn colors and the feel of a damp, moody day.
From Hawksbill Mountain, Linville Gorge, NC
A line of stones lead toward a serviceberry tree, looking south toward Table Rock.
Sendero hacia unos estanques de la Plana del EmpordÃ
Path to wetlands of the Plana of Empordà in Catalonia
Chemin vers les zones humides de la plaine de l'Empordà en Catalogne
We're almost at the top
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Zenza Bronica S2, Nikkor-P 75mm f2.8, Neopan 100 Acros ll developed in Super Prodol, Epson GT-X830. 1/500, f/8.
Kodak No.2 Hawkeye Model C (Circa 1926), Fujifilm Superia Xtra 400.
This camera belonged to my Aunty Jean and was given to me by my Dad. As far as we could tell it worked ok if a little dusty. I cleaned it up as best I could and stuck a roll of film in it. I was hoping it would work but was prepared for it to be come a nice memento to sit on a shelf. The photos have actually come out pretty well and with a little practice I think I can learn to do better.
There aren't usually straight lines in life, even when it looks like it.
I try not to interfere with the scenes I shot on the street, but I couldn’t avoid it this time, the point of view I wanted was exactly on that man’s trajectory, and that’s why he is on the wrong side of the track. He was following a straight line before some annoying photographer stood on his way… ;)