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there are moments that take my breath away. like this morning: in the middle of a cold, rainy day, the sun emerged for just a few moments. and in those moments, i found beauty and peace within a puddle on the sidewalk. a little bit of sunshine can lighten my mood. it helps when i pay attention to the moments; when i notice the bits of sunshine within a gray day.
early tonight we had a burst of rain. i looked at our street: pools of water and light. so i grabbed my camera as mark jokingly said, “hey, don’t play in the street!” i walked a few blocks, thunder growing, rain increasing. i know that squatting in the middle of traffic during a rain-soaked, thunderstorm night is not wise, but it does provide interesting bokeh and mood. (note: i never put myself or others in danger, though i did get some strange looks.)
when i took this photograph, the rain was pouring and my camera was wet—as evident from the splattered-lens bokeh. i ran home, happy and giddy, lightning in the sky, thunder in my ears. ps: if you’re careful, it’s okay to play in the street, especially when it’s raining.
For "Smile on Saturdays" and this week's theme: "Tasty Texture."
The texture of a torn hamburger bun. Mighty tasty, too!
font: Redstar
textures and effects by Remember Remember
Hares at Play
John Clare
The birds are gone to bed, the cows are still,
And sheep lie panting on each old mole-hill;
And underneath the willow’s gray-green bough,
Like toil a-resting, lies the fallow plough.
The timid hares throw daylight fears away
On the lane’s road to dust and dance and play,
Then dabble in the grain by naught deterred
To lick the dew-fall from the barley’s beard;
Then out they sturt again and round the hill
Like happy thoughts dance, squat, and loiter still,
Till milking maidens in the early morn
Jingle their yokes and sturt them in the corn;
Through well-known beaten paths each nimbling hare
Sturts quick as fear, and seeks its hidden lair.
Our local photography club theme for the month is Flora. I think many believe flora refers to flowers only, but is actually defined as: the plant life occurring in a particular region or time, generally the naturally occurring or indigenous—native plant life.
borrowed micro Nikkor
Nikon D80, Nikkor 105/2.8, ISO 200, f/5,6, 1/125, 105mm
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Explore #48 and Front Page on 11 January 2010.
A redux of a picture I posted last August (added a border and sharpened a tiny bit). This one has always been one of my personal favoites :).
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Una rosa particolare ripresa di profilo, e quindi poi l'ho vista adatta per una texture ... sembra acqua, come se la rosa fosse nell'acqua.
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A particular rose with a point of view of its profile, and so then I saw it suitable for a texture ... it seems water, as if the rose could be in water.
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