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Catching the first rays of sun at Boundary Bay airport, south of Vancouver Canada, with Mt Baker int he background
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Here's a song I recorded last night.
It'll put you to sleep if you're wearing headphones. It's very New Agey.
The piano is a bit loud near the middle. I need to adjust that...
The winter was mild and short this year. Even here deep in the Norwegian mountains you see the sign of Spring not far away. But this evening the clouds came down and gave me a little troll mood.
This was shot near the lake Flævatn and the cabin Flævasshytta near Hemsedal.
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Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~Edith Sitwell
Textures by Distressed Jewell
...This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
cause you're not where you belong;
inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
it rolls in from the sea.
My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
to carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?...
Winter Song - Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson
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This is actually my brother's jasmine plant - mine is the yellow-leaved one on the other side of the front door. They were planted when we were younger, and his flowers with bright yellow flowers in the winter and mine flowers with white flowers in the summer. I do not know if it is because I was born in summer and he was born in...autumn. Maybe Mum could not get a jasmine plant that flowers in autumn...
Anyway, he is not here today - on a school trip to Iceland for a week - and so far I have not really noticed it (ballet was...odd without him. It was nice to be able to talk to everyone without having him showing off) but he is never here on the weekends anyway, so I will not really notice it until Monday. Although, I think I will notice not needing to go out and pick him up from his girlfriend's tomorrow evening - that might be strange. I bet that I will even hesitate to put a film on so it is not interrupted by having to leave halfway through to pick him up, even though we do not have to tomorrow.
We washed the cars today. It is my favourite household chore. It allows me to be a child again and that is always fun. I remember once, I think during the summer holidays when I was maybe five or six, Dad was washing the cars and I had been inside eating a pomegranate. I am not the cleanest of eaters at the best of times, and a fruit that requires careful dissection to extract the blood-covered seeds for eating is not going to be easy to eat for anyone, but for me at five or six, a messy eater already, added to being a child, I was covered in pomegranate juice, head to toe. And I just remember Mum telling me to go outside to show Dad the mess I had made and I pressed my hands against the door of the clean car so I could see into the wing mirror to see how covered in juice my face was. Dad shouted at me for getting sticky handprints on his clean car.
Copyright © 2014 Phil Dodd, All Rights Reserved. This shot taken just off Broad Street, Birmingham here in the Midlands at the winter festivities, that includes an annual visit from the German Market. I chose the long exposure to accentuate movement & lovely lighting on the ferris wheel in the background too. Thanks for looking and /or commenting....
Best Regards,
Phil.
Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Taken in thick fog with a Sony DSC-F717 & Hoya R72 filter.
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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
~Willa Cather
**the sky was really this monochrome, texture added to enhance the dreary effect
I couldn´t show you much new photos, since I have to stay at home chillin in cause of a tinitus.
But this morning when I walked with the dog through the fresh winter air I did this single shot to stay in business.
Kamera: Nikon D80
Belichtung: 0,001 sec (1/800)
Blende: f/2.8
Brennweite: 12 mm
ISO-Empfindlichkeit: 200
Belichtungskorrektur: 0 EV
Blitz: No Flash