The girl laughed out loud because she knew this experience was such a cliché who would believe it?
The invisible wharf, with stories old;
And I have to wonder,
Will the tales ever be told?
The ability to take this path to soothe the noise between us
has always been a gift of preservation…..
This site isn’t what it use to be! You may not see me on here anymore. Like it even matters.
I didn’t panic but I was afraid . I scrambled to the other shore and then up the sand , behind a bush out of the wind and driving horizontal rain and salt spray.
*Wow! I’ve just received Feature No. 200 from Michelle, Vickie and Carolyn at Seasons Change! Thanks so much for giving me this milestone, I didn’t realize it at first until I was doing a…
What a surprise! My photo “Solitude” was the winner of the “Snowstorm of November 2010!” Challenge in the Group:Pacific Northwest Photography & Art.
Thanks so much to thos…
Very many thanks to my friend Vickie Emms for purchasing a card of “Old Homestead”. I know how much you love old places Vickie, and I hope you get lots of enjoyment from this. Thanks agai…
Got the turkey in the oven. Came on here to Wish Everyone A Happy Thanksgiving! Having family here today so it will be nice. Wish my dad could be here too! Miss him alot!
The high light of the day was to tease the first one to step into a cow pie.
Located in the Chama River Valley, the Ghost Ranch is 21,000 acres of red rock badlands, yellow and red striated cliffs of exposed chinle formation, box canyons and meandering streams.
What is family? Does it just consist of a mother, father and siblings? Or, does it consist of more? Does it go deeper than that?
Melody of Love for us I write
I know we must to be together, my darling
But life is difficult and life is wonderful
Melody of Love play for us
Melody of Love… Melody of Love…
Use a polarizer and neutral density filter to reduce the amount of light hitting you exposure meter. This will slow your shutter speed to help create the blurred effect of your moving water images.
I feel so fortunate to live where I live, every day when I step out my front door, camera bag on my shoulder and tripod in hand, I have to stop and argue with myself about my destination. No matter w…