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Wild Cherry Tree Bark

Canon Eos 30D. Surrey BC

Geranium maculatum in my native wildflower garden. Webster Groves, Missouri.

I am a wanderer, a creature of the earth, wild at heart, and tame in spirit.

Wild Garlic and Bluebells in full bloom in my local woods.Thomastown,Kilkenny,Ireland. Paths and Tracks series

Testing the 1.4TC on a herd of wild burros

Wild boar in a wheat field.

Blooming roadside at Halls Creek State Nature Preserve in Warren County, Ohio.

Taken in 2014.

 

Wild Cherry, an ice cream and frozen yogurt shop, on Beach Street in Boston's Chinatown. Now closed.

Offa's Dyke Path. Wales and England. UK

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A pair of male Wild Boar from December. The clash lasted at least 30 minutes. This very poorly filmed footage was done handheld at 600mm, so excuse the shakyness from numb hands!

There were 2 wild rabbits out in the front yard this morning! They were cute!!

I got as close as I could, I had to crawl on the ground!

Testando novos jeitos (nem tão novos)

e tirando o pó do flickr.

Wild Horses in the Carpathian Mountains next to a waterfall.

 

P.S. Those are not rocks in the background, they are sheep!

by Cristian Ioja

Tatar, the wild cat ~ MjYj

   

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Wild flowers, Victoria Park in Waterloo.

Right after the rains, it's time for weed season to begin.

Taken with Nikon Z6 with Petzval 55mm F/1.7 lens.

Canon A-1

Hoya HMC Tele-Auto 200 mm 1:3.5

Kodak T-Max P3200

Kodak D-76

a7s + Meyer Trioplan 1:4.5 f = 7,8cm (1937; Balda Baldax)

Rysia

 

Lasek Bielański, Warsaw, October 2019

Wild flowers can be seen surrounding Putrajaya which sometimes even more beautiful than the planed landscaping...

  

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What I get, I bring home to you:

a dark handful, sweet-edged,

dissolving in one mouthful.

 

I bother to bring them for you

though they’re so quickly over,

pulpless, sliding to juice,

 

a grainy rub on the tongue

and the taste’s gone. If you remember

we were in the woods at wild strawberry time

 

and I was making a basket of dock leaves

to hold what you’d picked,

but the cold leaves unplaited themselves

 

and slid apart, and again unplaited themselves

until I gave up and ate wild strawberries

out of your hands for sweetness.

 

I licked at your palm –

the little salt-edge there,

the tang of money you’d handled.

 

As we stayed in the wood, hidden,

we heard the sound system below us

calling the winners at Chepstow,

faint as the breeze turned.

 

The sun came out on us, the shade blotches

went hazel: we heard names

bubble like stock-doves over the woods

 

as jockeys in stained silks gentled

those sweat-dark, shuddering horses

down to the walk.

Wild Turkeys (Meleagris gallopavo), southwestern race. Near Paicines. San Benito Co., Calif.

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