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The buildings in the background are mobile rental cabins. During the lake floods, they were moved from the campgrounds to this area until the water receded.
my favorite mud puddle in the shape of a saint, with my favorite muddy mutt. I photograh this puddle every time we walk by it, about once a week, but it changes depending on how much it's rained, and now the young grasses are growing around its edges, softening them a bit.
A kid and a puddle. Et voila. Artsy-fartsy alternate here.
{weather note: we are having major rain today. one friend said that the weatherman was practically urging people to build arks. that cracked me up.}
My 365: Create a portrait of someone new each day.
I love Tad's Steak House in Times Square because it's one of the older businesses and has a kind of sleazy, faded feel to it, as opposed to all the new nationally branded super clean stores that now are all over Times Square.
I don't wish for the sleazy olden days, because they were pretty horrible, but it's nice to see a mix.
Last night there were puddles all around but the one in front of Tad's called to me. For the monthly scavenger hunt.
This little boy was having the best time, and his mom was so laid back about him jumping in mud puddles.
The sun shined brilliantly after the morning shower to warm the atmosphere. The butterflies were free to fly again after the compulsory curfew. Many of them looked famished by the way they fervently held on to fresh flowers, undeterred by anything- not even the black-eyed camera. Hunger had taken the better part of them- one of three moments when they are most vulnerable in their short-spanned life.
This black and yellow one was flying very close to the ground like someone intently looking for something. It would settle at a spot first and probe the mineral-rich soil with its long sucker, then move on to another, then another until it found the sweetest spot. The portion with a thin coating of green algae seemed the most preferable. It's been like this on two, three occasions now.
Puddles in the stubble catching last rays of sun on a February evening at Manor House Farm, Great Ayton, N. Yorkshire - Hambledon Hills on the horizon
I went through a period of being very artistically interested in (read 'obsessed with') taking shots like this -- down in the shadowed reaches of the urban canyons, looking into puddles up at brightly-lit tall objects. I thought it made it look like I was peering through a rip in reality. Another instance of the same series is here.
The building reflected here is Randolph Tower, built in 1929 by Vitzhum and Burns (who are also the firm who did St. Peter's, aka the squashed . Christ . building.
The curving wall of Baslow Edge's viewpoint at dusk, as it overlooks the Derwent Valley in the eastern flank of the Peak District National Park. Derbyshire, England, UK. October. Autumn.
This was through a puddle, i like the way it looks like my lens is iced up (but of course I wouldn't want that)
On my walk around our broken city.
When I was looking up a link to this I found my photo had been used by this site.. new to me!! also many other of my shots!
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December 30, 2013, Christchurch New Zealand.
These butterflies, eastern tiger swallowtails and pipevine swallowtails, were puddling on a pile of scat in Cataloochee Valley in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. (Butterflies are gross sometimes!) The area had just gotten the first soaking rain after several months with little to no rain, so the number of butterflies puddling in the valley was amazing. Note the carrion beetle lurking near the bottom center of the cluster.