Person snow
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Another stone. Another wall… / Another pill. They said I’d be ok. / They said I’d see again..hear again..feel again. / I wanted to believe.. / Another day. Loneliness. Erase the year.. / Again..I’m here. They told me to be a wall. / Told me to be lonely. I didn’t believe them. / So instead, I loved. Now.. / I am free..
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This is an Infrared shot taken at the Kangaroo Point cliffs in Brisbane.
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Cropped I pointed, shot, & hoped, & this is what I got. :-)
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Taken using the 400D at New Farm park at about 4PM today. I’m quite happy with this one, what do you folks think?
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Taken on the 400D at New Farm Park.
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A Border-Collie in a field walking in the snow
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Skier in the snow at Thredbo in the New South Wales ski fields
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www.danadipasquale.com Clark St and Foster Ave, Chicago
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This is a candid shot of my husband walking on the snow and ice covered road looking like he was in thought about something Christmas day.
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www.danadipasquale.com Chicago, IL
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Winter either bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail. Proverb
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Jumping on Mt. Hood with self timer, couldn’t help it, it was a jumping opportunity.
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This is an image of a woman walking with her umbrella in a snowstorm.
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A photographic artwork of a passer by during this year’s heavy snow-fall. Taken at Darley Park in Derbyshire.
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Walk right into the world of the wild every month! All proceeds from sales during October 2009, will benefit the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. Images for the Cure is a group of photographers participating in this event. / Click Here for Info on Images for the Cure / Click Here for Info on the Breast Cancer Research Foundation
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FEATURED IN “EUROPEAN EVERYDAY LIFE” From a snowy night in Narvik, Norway
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Featured with the group Inspired Art Group Nov 2009 Featured with the group Healing Through Art Dec 2009 Snowfall in the southern United States is rare enough, even in the mountains, to make it special for most of us. I was fortunate to catch a series of snowfalls while camping in the Smoky Mountain National Park. Road access through Cades Cove was closed but a long trek into the back of the cove landed me into one of those sublime experiences that I treasure at least as much as snowfall. You wouldn’t think so, but it seems that the quiet can really grab my attention and hold it just long enough to make a deep impression. I become aware of the tinkling snow falling, then each whispered ‘tink’ seems to make itself known individually, and then the sense of something profound steps out of the obscurity between the sounds, looming into my awareness where nothing had registered the moment before. I’m startled only to the degree that the sound of falling snow impacts my senses, but it’s still a significant impacting, because (as I mentioned) nothing was there just the moment before…or so I assume, until the feeling of it settles in and begins to jog a kind of recollection unlike any sort of remembering that I’m previously familiar with. It’s so unfamiliar to me, this presence, that it’s as though it reaches into me like my heart is a hard drive and begins accessing anything there that will lend it a language to speak to me through, because it doesn’t use English and it doesn’t speak through the thoughts of my brain. A flood of ‘feeling memory’ begins to flow through me like I’m re-living it; there’s the way my grandmother poured my milk a hour early so as to allow the cream to settle to the top because I loved the way it tasted on my upper lip; there’s the feel of the trees calming me in the woods near my boyhood home no matter the drama that I had just experienced; there’s the image of me lying in the hayloft stroking a yellow kitten as the rain patters on the tin roof, and on it goes until…..I just get it; it occurs to me how all these past experiences had one thing in common – an essence, a presence that is here again within me having stepped into my awareness from out of the silence between the sounds. I’m returned home, I realize, to the home I had forgotten so long ago that I can’t place the time when I lost touch with it. I just know that I did (continued with Placid Snows 2 ). / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase Nikon F5 on Fuji Velvia 50 slide film, f2.8, 125mm, Wimberley head, Gitzo tripod /
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It’s Bridport, Dorset, but could be anywhere really.
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Snowstorm at Okanagan Lake, Penticton BC Canada on December 13, 2009…...you can barely see the SS Sicamous through the snow… /
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Snow Storm at Okanagan Lake, Penticton BC Canada /
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Snow storm at Okanagan Beach, Penticton BC Canada /
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