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Published: 2007-11-10 02:26:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 915; Favourites: 50; Downloads: 0
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Winter is coming.Too late to fill the dream bowl, boys.
We'll be scraping the slick, icy sides before long,
hungry for memories of spring,
mental fingers scrabbling for glimpses of summer
in the dessicated husks of death.
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Isn't it strange how something that is destroyed or damaged can still seem beautiful all it takes is someone with an eye for beauty. Just like you...This is a beautiful shot the colours, the lighting, everythingis just awsome!
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I love nature like this... in moments of death and decay. I'm glad you can see the beauty in it as well. Thank you for your kind words!
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Thanks. I'm glad you like it.
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This wonderful work has been featured in my journal! 
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Oh, wow... thank you!
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really nice focus and composition
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Thank you very much.
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Thank you very much.
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I featured this fantastic piece here : [link]
hope you donΒ΄t mind
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Thank you so much for the feature.
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wow, amazing composition hun, and the colours...wow, so chilly. great job.
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This one caught my eye. I live the simplicity yet the depth of detail. Nicely composed.
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Thanks. I'm pleased with this image.
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The focal work provides such a dramatic touch.
Wonderful eyes, to have spotted this poetry in the wild.
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I've spent a lot of my time this last year looking down...
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That's a sad but beautiful statement.
You do have the poet within you.
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It was the only way I knew how to deal with all that I was going through. This may be another winter of looking down and through the lens, but I've begun to throw away some of the weight, so I expect to be looking up a bit more.
As for that poet, she has temper tantrums and the blues sometimes. But at other times, she dances. I'm missing those moments of grace...
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Keep dancing Rachel.
As your kids and most of your friends assuredly know,
It's your pirouettes that keep the world spinning.
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Uh oh... what happens when I get tired?
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That's when the magnetic resonance takes over.
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Ahh. Good. I was getting worried. Especially since I've stopped dancing. I was beginning to feel a bit out of control... sort of a whirling dervish.
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Lovely study of the texture and form, and the muted colour palette of blue-greys created by the focus is very pretty.
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Thanks, Damienne. I hope I find more this winter, but I'd truly hoped to find one blooming.
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Hmm might be a tall order I think!
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Maybe I'll at least find a husk again this winter.
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Well if you do, I know you'll make something beautiful from it. What sort of plant is this anyway?
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I really do not know. That is one reason I'd like to find it again. I want to know what it looks like growing.
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Ah ok wow...well yeah, it's a fascinating looking remnant. Can't wait to see if you ever do come across it again
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Thank you very much.
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Really love the colors here. It's a beautiful shot.
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Thanks so much. I look forward to winter photography again, though my fingers, toes, ears, and nose rebel against it.
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What an incredible feeling I get from this. Such dread and lifelessness to look forward to, yet such beauty.
Wonderful DoF and colors in this one.
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Thank you, Bill. I find much beauty in all seasons, and I try to capture it as best as I can.
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Eh, it's such perfection ... Still staring at it. Too much in this empty pod. And such a graceful line to its stem, still.
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