Picket
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The view from what was originally the assistant light keepers residence at Cape Otway Light Station.
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A little cottage in a South Australian country town called Blinman, tucked away the Flinders Ranges / Taken on a Canon 350D with a 17-85mm f/4-5.6 USM IS / 1/160 sec @ f/8, ISO 100, 17mm, Hoya 77mm circular polarizer
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Lightning Ridge in New South Wales, Australia.
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Third and final image of Port Fairy Lighthouse in Victoria, this picket fence is all thats left from the keepers house which used to be there in this area.
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Goolwa, South Australia
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Photo of the Head Lightkeepers Residence at Cape Otway in Victoria now used for over night stays.
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There were several more pods about to burst, but this was the first and only bloom. It really stood out against the white picket fence… stopped me in my tracks. LavenderMoon~
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Pigeon Point, Pescadero, CA This is one of the tallest lighthouses in America and has been guiding mariners since 1872. This is one of the first photos I’ve taken with my new Canon 40d! There will be more to come!
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Grandma’s Home by Nicole Ryan There’s a place / where grandma sat / on the porch / with a rocking chair / a big heart / and a smile that didn’t care / if your shoes were wet / if you feet were muddy / if you face was dirty / and when you were hurting / she’d pick you up / and carry you inside / in her big arms / she’d sit you on the table / where you never ever could sit / otherwise / and she’d pat / and dab / and whisper / it’s o.k / it’s alright / with a bandaid / stuck on just right / and she’d send you back out / into the world / and you’d run with a limp / but you’d soon forget / about the pain / there were games / to be played. That house was always so warm. When Poppy died / Grandma still kept it warm / she let us do things / that he never did / and she never got upset / or said / “Don’t slam the damn door!” / she never ever said / anything less than love. That house was always so warm. The yard was big / and the trees were bigger / we’d climb / and dangle stars from the limbs / and bells from the twigs / and we’d play outside / at that time of day / when it wasn’t quite dark / when it wasn’t quite light / and we’d hide and seek / and squeel and get giddy / running around / through the bells and stars. We’d go to Grandma’s after school / and run toward the smell / of the hot cakes / of the love / of Grandma’s perfume / and we opened that front gate / with pride / and a sigh / because it always made that same noise / to let us know / we were at the right house / it was home. We knew everyone wanted to live there / because that house was always so warm. People would look and smile / and stop and take a flower from the front / sometimes / the kids would steal / pickets from the fence / and play / rah / rah / rah / all the way home / like pirates / and prisoners / and war men / having fun / when things weren’t serious / and days were long / but never long enough / I knew / that they were taking a picket / home to their parents / so that they could start building a house / just like Grandma’s; because that house was always so warm. © ryan
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Best Viewed Large All Rights Reserved / @ Julia Wright
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Western Washington near Puget Sound Picket Fences and Garden Gates are so magical to me. My first memory of them are when I was very young and my grandmother had her little garden surrounded with this pristine white picket fence. As I walked through the gate, I was greeted with the heavenly fragrance of roses and there stood these most amazing tall flowers called Hollyhocks. They were taller than I was with these individual flowers that traveled around the sturdy upright stalk. But I think the name alone was magic to me. Hollyhocks! HOLLYHOCKS! Isn’t that just music to your ears? Grandmother showed me the little seed packet that had held these tiny orbs that grew into these amazing flowers. She explained to me how the sun and the rain nourished the seeds until they popped out of their shell and began their journey to become one of the most amazing flowers I have ever seen in my life. Now, whenever I see a white pickets and rose bushes, I think of my Grandmother, but also I know that some of the most beautiful treasures grow inside of that protective… and visually poetic… picket fence. / All the images and text contained herein may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my express written permission. My images do not belong to the Public Domain. The removal of electronic copyright information, digital fingerprints, or embedded watermarks on any image is strictly prohibited. / © 2006 Marjorie Wallace, All Rights Reserved Worldwide.
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Cottages hold a great fascination to me and I find I love to paint them. This one was basking in the afternoon sun and I hop I captured this in my painting.
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Who could resist this beautiful scene in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California. It looks as if it is straight out of an old English Fairy Tale. The rustic and original picket fence just adds to the charm. Featured in COTTAGE STYLE group ~ April 2009
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I have way too much fun doing these things!! :) In the background, that’s actually a thick layer of fog that stopped not too far below the fence line. (The fence was up on a cliff of sorts..) It was crazy the way there was this thick, heavy fog, and then just all of a sudden, it was like an actual line was drawn, and then there was just blue sky above that line. Pt. Reyes, CA Self
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This farmhouse is located on 111th just south of Isabelle in Erie, Colorado. I dread the day they pave this road. I love the dirt road, I love the farmland and I love that humble little house with its white picket fence! Oh yes and the Colorado Sky speaks for itself! /
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We’ve had some foggy mornings in Melbourne this week, made me contemplate my life’s balance between responsibilities and personal freedom, as fog always does, lol. All up it’s beautiful, even though you can feel a bit enclosed.
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A quaint design featuring a cute little cottage, a picket fence, and even a bird in the birdbath!
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Fence and Ladder. Florida, 2009. © 2009 J.J. Taylor, All Rights Reserved. I saw this composition from the window of my car, while waiting in the drive-thru lane of a fast food restaurant.
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angsted self portrait 2009
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a couple goats at the California’s Old Faithful Geyser 1299 Tubbs Ln / Calistoga, CA Camera Model: Canon EOS 50D / Shutter speed: 1/800 sec / Aperture: 5.6 / Exposure mode: Tv / Exposure compensation: +1 2/3 / Flash: Off / Metering mode: Evaluative / Drive mode: Single frame shooting / ISO: 100 / Lens: EF28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM / Focal length: 95mm / AF mode: One-shot AF / Image size: 4752×3168 / Image quality: Raw / White balance: Auto / Color space: sRGB
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