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Tiny shells in a bigger shell.
My new flash finally arrived today, I've never used a "real" flash so it's going to be a bit of a learning curve to say the least :-)
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The Shell is a swimming pool in a little place called Bergen op Zoom,
The Netherlands. Its location is right next to the water on the
boulevard of the Bergse Plaat (a district in Bergen op Zoom).
This swimming pool's got the shape of a seashell, hence its name "The Shell".
At night The Shell looks absolutely stunning. The lighting makes the
colors of this building really stand out.
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and Frontpage :-)
I took a shot of some shells ...didn't like this at first because it was so bland and so enhanced it in Topaz adjust .............still waiting for spring to arrive with little to inspire me in the garden:(
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Bighorn Scenic Byway view of Shell Creek... near Shell Falls Interpretive Center.
Info: 'Shell Falls is a waterfall in the Bighorn National Forest on Shell Creek, about halfway down Shell Canyon, and a few miles upstream from the town of Shell in northeast Wyoming.' - wiki
On my back deck I have a bowl of sea shells. I found a few lying on the deck (my cat or a bird got into them) I looked at this one and recognized it as my subject from a couple of years ago.
fishermen collecting sea shells from the Manapad shore and there are people ready to weigh those shells & took them to the furnace in the next village (Kulasekarapattinam)
Manapad, Tamilnadu
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I borrowed these from my Dad's collection and used his field guide to Tasmanian shells to identify them.
For a picture based on a poem - A-Shelling Peas by Harry Breaker Morant (114 Pictures in 2014 # 55 & 197/365 in 2014) See first comment box to find out about Harry.
"Now, all the world is green and bright
Outside the latticed pane;
The fields are decked with gold and white,
And Spring has come again.
But though the world be fair without,
With flow'rs and waving trees,
'Tis pleasanter to be about
Where Nell's a-shelling peas.
Her eyes are blue as cloudless skies,
And dimples deck her cheeks;
Whilst soft lights loiter in her eyes
Whene'er she smiles or speaks.
So all the sunlit morning-tide
I dally at mine ease,
To loaf at slender Nelly's side
When Nell's a-shelling peas.
This bard, who sits a-watching Nell,
With fingers white and slim,
Owns up that, as she breaks each shell,
She also "breaks up" him;
And could devoutly drop upon
Submissive, bended knees
To worship Nell with apron on -
A saint a-shelling peas.
The tucked-up muslin sleeves disclose
Her round arms white and bare -
'Tis only "shelling peas" that shows
Those dainty dimples there.
Old earth owns many sights to see
That captivate and please; -
The most bewitching sight for me
Is Nell a-shelling peas."