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Lai da Palpuogna (Palpuognasee) at Albula Pass, Switzerland.
I wish you all a healthy and happy New Year 2017 ツ
Ich wünsche Euch allen ein glückliches und gesundes Neues Jahr 2017 ツ
Adams County-Washington State
I have photographed this barn in previous years but now see that it appears to be going downhill rather quickly.
The Gäuboden is a region in Lower Bavaria in southern Germany without any clear geographic or cultural boundaries, that covers an area about 15 kilometres wide south of the River Danube and the Bavarian Forest, beginning opposite Wörth an der Donau and stretching as far as Künzing. The largest town in the region is Straubing, which is often called the centre of the Gäuboden. The Gäuboden is one of the largest loess regions in southern Germany. The farmland is nearly flat, no field borders or trees that might hinder the usage of huge machines.
This image was made near Schierling
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digital 2016
Started out as just a normal saturday morning's shopping trip but the more I waved my mobile around trying out some pano-vision/sabotage/tumble world moves the stranger it got .....seems shopping is never going to be the same again...!
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Hamnøy is a small fishing village in Lofoden, Norway. It is located about 1.5 kilometres northeast of the village of Reine,
The first time I seen an image of this it was somewhere I always wanted to visit and this week I was lucky enough to make it. We had a 4.30am start to make it for blue hour and having an hour or so of snow sleet and rain to stand in but well worth it.
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Where it all started, or where you can find out how it started.
There are stories that should not be forgotten... Well, perhaps we should never forget. From memories, from the past and from our history we learn. Today I begin to record the result of my investigations. A task that has taken me a year, a long year of wandering between the shelves of the Carnelian Archive, where all the Fairlands chronicles are kept. The dust, the smell of leather, paper and history have been my faithful companions in this search, which is now over. It was something personal, yes. It has already been lost in time and in the silence of my relatives over the years, but I needed to know the truth. And the truth, like a polished diamond with countless faces, is not as simple as they imagined. There is no good or bad, but a mixture of the two whose balance maintains the Universe. Anyway, this is not the time to ramble. I think I should pick up the scattered fragments, hinted at in these flickr posts, and tell the whole story, though maybe not the whole truth, who knows....